Victoria Martin and Jinky Smithers met via an online book club in late 2006, thanks to a series of fortunate events, a string of mutual friends, and (most importantly, though they wouldn’t know it until much later) a postaholic wanker named LuAnn.

For Jinky’s part, she worried about Victoria’s penchant for politeness, political correctness, and other socially acceptable behavior. The way she saw it, anyone that well-adjusted was certifiably nuts, and she’d had her fill of crazy people.

As for Victoria, her apprehension stemmed from the fact that Jinky’s reputation for being a know-it-all blowhard had preceded her, and only ratcheted higher the moment she got the email which addressed her as “Dude.”

Eventually, though, the two worked out their differences. Jinky realized Victoria could curse with the best of them (and often does). Victoria buried the voodoo doll she’d made of Jinky and called off the man she’d hired to “take care of the situation.”

Now, almost four years later, they’re the best of friends, right down to the spooky ability to finish each others’ sentences…

…even the ones beginning with “dude…”

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