Girls II

When I was released, I called the girl I was with just before I was locked up. She was worried. The last time she saw was more than a week earlier as I was being dragged away. We made a date for the evening, but she cancelled due to ill health. Another girl texted me and I end of spending the week with her instead.

About a week later. The now-not-sick girl texted me at 2 in the morning on a Sunday.

Come to Hollywood

Now? Why? I'm in bed. If I wanted a beer, I just have to go to the fridge...

If you don't come, you'll never see me again...

Why? Are you leaving the country? I have to get dressed. If I come, are you buying the beer?

Sure, I can do that.

So, I get dressed (which really is just a matter of putting on shoes and a coat) and head out. The girl I'm about to meet is a very young Korean. Cute as hell, but really just a little girl, barely older than my teenage daughter. I get to the bar and she's as drunk as a skunk. She's killing time at Hollywood until the subway runs again at 5:30 am. Essentially, all I'm there to do is babysit her until then. I tried (half-hearted) to just get her to come to my house to wait for the train, but she was having none of that. I was too much of a "bad boy" and if we did that, she wasn't sure she could remain a "pure" Korean girl. Typically, at least in my experience, every Korean girl tells me she's a virgin. It was bullshit with my wife (she told me she only had one boyfriend before me, but what she meant, she had had only one serious relationship, but slept with lots of other men before me... took years to get that info out her), the girls before her, and bullshit with this one, too. Normally, after my wife, I wouldn't even bother with a Korean. If you think I have a lot of baggage, it's nothing compared to the idiosyncrasies  of the "typical" Korean woman. However, this one was pretty good looking and in my sorry state of mind and her drunkenness, would have been a good notch on the belt. Alas, it was not meant to be...

Anyway, we ended up just talking at the bar for a few hours. She had just quit her job at another bar and was preparing to go back to university the next day to study fashion design. The university was in a different city, which is why I would "never" see her again. I saw her off to the subway, and I'm sure if she's ever in the area again, I'll probably hear from her again. I'm not holding my breath over this one, I'm too infatuated with someone else.

Girls

I've been infatuated with a particular girl lately. I don't know what it is about her, but I can't stop thinking about her. So much so, that sure things with other women don't interest me. I've actually turned down women literally throwing their clothes at me (she was an Asian dressed as  schoolgirl... an drunk old one, but she was Asian and was wearing the shortest tarten skirt...). I tried again to forget about her by hitting on other women the other night, but then I just ended fighting with some dude (he pushed me first). And the girl who came to bail me out of trouble with the police was the same woman I'm infatuated with. I don't know what to do about it. Some days she won't even give me the time of day, and the next she's picking me up at the police station because I was fighting over another woman. I need to find some other distraction to get her off my mind.

One of the great mysteries of life-- why do the opposite (or the same) sex drive each other so crazy? For all of the differences between men and women, they sure do act the same when it comes to hormones and responses. You always want what you can't have.

Castles made of sand....

I turned on my computer and saw this. My desktop wallpaper cycles every 15 minutes through photos I've selected. Some of them are of times best left forgotten (I should really change that...) and some of them are memories like these.

Before I came to Korea, in 2003, I was in a wonderful, disasterly, destructive relationship with a fiery, red-headed german girl. She left Canada, she bought me a plane ticket to go with her. I went.

I found myself in Essaouria, Morocco, west Africa. A frequent destination of Jimi Hendrix.

Drugs

It amazes me that in a country where rape, murder, and pillaging is an acceptable behavior if you claim the booze made you do it, I'm a barbarian and criminal because I'd rather smoke a joint. However, it's so cost prohibative, it's nearly impossible (I hear stories all the time of how a friend of a friend of a friend paid $100 to $150 a gram), so I'm forced to be a mean, angry drunk instead, just like so many ajjoshis. If a few more ajjoshis smoked a joint after work instead of a couple shots if soju, they might actually learn to relax and enjoy life. Maybe spend more time with their wife and kids. Maybe the children would actually have a childhood instead of intensive training to be worker drones. No wonder there are so many suicides.

The date.

So, I'm free. I've had a shit, shower and shave. My phone bill is paid off, I can both send and receive. One girl cancelled with a cold (more on her later) so, I go meet a buddy for cheap wings and beer at a local watering hole. He feeds me, gets me drunk... "So happy to see you out of jail." He shows me the debts he's collected from his peeps to spring for my bail. You know you have friends when... Another girl txts me. A girl I haven't seen or talked to in awhile, she has no idea what I just went through. She's not Korean.

The long and short of it is, it was just what I needed. Fresh out of the slammer, in a foreign country with an exotic girl as fucked up as we all are. I had now fulfilled the three goals I had set out for when I walked out that door... a smoke, booze, and women... it was a good day.

I'm pretty sure I'll see her again sometime in the future somewhere in the world. She's cool. We have a lot in common.

A letter

I got a letter from Seoul Court. I scanned it and sent it to Kay. I love technology, I did it in less than 5 minutes and I used the same device I am writing this blog with, which is also my phone, as I sit at a bar at 5 am. Anyway, Kay phoned me about 5 minutes later. Apparently, all the letter said is that I would get another letter giving me more details.

Basically, I got a letter telling me I would get another letter. Korean logic at work.

Dating

It took me awhile, but eventually, instinct overcame depression. I needed to get laid. I was depressed and only talked about myself and my sorry excuse for a life for a long time. Girls don't like that.

Image is everything. you can look like you haven't bathed in a week, and if you wear a suit, girls talk to you. If you wear jeans and t-shirt, good luck.

Job is next. Everybody in Korea is an English teacher. If you can prove you're not a teacher of English and have some other jobs/hobbies, it's a guarateed shag.

Location, location, location. No girl wants to spent time in a cab. They might talk to you and discover what an ass you really are. The quicker you get home, the better your chances.