I didn’t even realize how much of one he was until two days later, I saw one of Kurosune’s post on Facebook. The one about her boss and some other guys talking about how men are now-a-days compared to 30 to 40 years ago.
Been getting frequent signs, from the PTB, that I should have many boyfriends before I get with my Sexy for me.
Meaning I should be casually dating.
Took me a couple of days to open up to it, because I didn’t feel like going thru stupid crap, but I have to and figure out what I want.
Like with the first Korean boyfriend. Example #1 of what I don’t want. Disrespectful dudes, who don’t show up when they specifically asked you to come see them. Then have the nerve to message 6 months later and say they want to be friends.
Now, that I am open to casual dating, I have been seeing some nice to seriously good looking men popping up wherever I go and they are speaking to me or focusing on me. Continue reading →
I went home for about a week and a half. I had a bunch of things to do and a lot of people I wanted to see. I was too jet lagged to actually do it but got to see a few cool people and get the most important things done — IRS Taxes from when I left and Fingerprints done and sent to FBI so I can apply for new jobs again.
I was pissed off Friday so after work, I packed up and went to Deagu. I told my friends a week before that I was going down there anyway, but I came a day early.
I met My Korean friend M and his cousin. He usually brings another person along because he is not comfortable with his English and my Korean is not that good either.
I met his cousin (whom is gorgeous) and she is very nice. They took me to get dinner because I had not eaten dinner (that was how mad I was as I was leaving). I guess it was obvious I was still hungry because he bought me another shrimp burger and some fries. He reordered the fries because he noticed I do not like them cold.
A few of the teachers I work with at the school threw me a little surprise bday party/ going away party for me. It cam with piza and cake. The pizza was ulike anything I had ever seen before and was pretty good. (I picked off the olives, I don’t like those.) The cake was delicious.
One of my students gave me index cards as a birthday gift and said “Teacher…study!” Their way of telling me to study Korean.