December 2010
35 posts
I'm no Picasso: INP: “I don’t want to meet up with... →
imnopicasso:
INP: “I don’t want to meet up with those guys. They sound crap.”
DIK: “What do you mean they sound crap? They’re not crap!”
INP: “You made them sound crap.”
DIK: “I did not! They’re not crap!”
INP: “Well you made the one available one sound crap.”
DIK: “He’s not crap! He’s just not my type. He’d be good for you.”
INP: “You’re just saying that….”
DIK: “Here. Let me send you a...
For the record, I wasn't the one vomming.
He did not return my text last night. I’m fairly sure he’s 100% embarrassed and might never speak to me again. It happens to the best of us. Okay, so it’s never happened to me, but I know quite a few guys (Australia…but I swore I’d never tell) who sometimes vomit if they’ve had too much to drink. Even if they’re half-naked. And getting endless. And, okay...
6x vomiting. Two times coming. A lost sock.
And now bed.
Alone.
Intensives start tomorrow. WTF.
Anticlimactic.
I apologize. It turns out that we were meant to have a lovely evening free of any boy drama. No Hot Guy. No J. No Adjusshi.
J ended up texting me at 6am the next morning. I think he called it an early night because he had to get up to work. Adjusshi had a cold and couldn’t be bothered crashing my party. I guess he is an actual nice guy. Also, his plan was to eat dinner with a friend then...
In a weird turn of events.
A guy I’ve been friends with for a while lives in Japan. We’re online friends, never spoken on the phone, never met in real life. I believe I wrote about him once before. He’s the guy that told me he loved me, then logged off and we’ve never spoken of the incident again.
He IMed tonight. He’s in Korea. We talked on the phone.
I guess we’re meeting tomorrow for...
My OkCupid reply. Maybe I was a little too harsh?
You seem very nice. I feel bad because I was mostly teasing you when I asked you to tell me what you related to most in my profile. There’s no way you could have written that message in only a minute. And while I am passionate about teaching, I don’t think that is indicated in my profile. Sorry. I think Korea is definitely more fun than China and I wish you the best this year....
Jesus.
Well, Hot Guy is definitely not coming to my party.
But J and friend are most likely going to show up.
And Adjusshi is going to take it upon himself to put in an appearance. (I felt bad and invited him. Then, I found out he wasn’t going to be alone on X-mas after all so I tried to take the invite back. No dice.)
Anyway. This should be fun. Ten people in my place awkward.
-Grace
Big chance three things will happen tomorrow. Or,...
1. Hot Guy will come to my Christmas dinner.
2. J will come to my Christmas dinner.
3. Adjusshi will decide to crash my Christmas dinner.
Yes. These things are all possible. #1 and #2 most likely, but I have a sinking fear about #3. Ahhhh, Hot Guy meeting all my friends, J meeting all my friends. I cannot handle the pressure. Why won’t my apartment clean itself?
Let's recap what I haven't done tonight, shall we?
1. I haven’t gone to Costco to get all the food we need for tomorrow.
2. I haven’t washed my sheets.
3. I haven’t finished cleaning my house.
4. I haven’t dropped the puppy at the vet.
5. I haven’t picked up the Christmas cakes.
This is a disaster. I am a disaster. Ugh.
So why did he lie?
I have no idea. On the one hand, it’s not a big lie. He’s just lied about his degree. On the other hand, that was a pretty big basis for why I took notice of him in the first place. And, when I went back for subsequent visits, he continued the lie (after I brought up questions out of curiosity.)
But why?
It could be that he’s a compulsive liar. But, if that were the case,...
The Lying Bartender
We texted a few times today. The thrill is gone. I won’t be contacting him again. I hate lying above all else. It’s just so stupid. The truth is nothing terrible at all. I don’t get why you’d feel the need to lie to cover it up. *sigh*
Oh, Bartender.
I am the queen of finding shit on the internet. Did you honestly think, you being American and all* that I wouldn’t:
1. Find out you lied about your degree?
2. Find out you lied about your university?
3. Find out you (most likely) lied about your job?**
4. Find out you were in a band with the most ridiculous name I’ve ever heard of?***
5. Find your Myspace page?
Oh god. Myspace.
...
OkCupid message and reply.
The message sounded a little generic. I checked my visitors record. He checked out my page at 8:37pm. He sent the message at 8:38. That is quite a feat! Can’t wait to receive his reply. If it takes him longer than 30seconds, I’ll be disappointed…
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I’m new here in Seoul, and I am enjoying my Korean life! I’m also a teacher here, and I would really like to meet...
Hot Guy, what is going on?
He asked me for coffee again. I couldn’t go since I had better plans already. (HP7, let’s be real, is not gonna be topped by anything.) Anyway, we’ll see what happens. My guess? Nothing.
Bartender continued.
So there we were. I felt a little bad. I was talking to him while HYF and Liz had to keep themselves entertained. He was talking to me mostly. If the other girls asked him a question, he’d respond, but most of his conversation was directed at me.
He’s turning 30. Well, I guess at this point he is 30. A big birthday for anyone, but definitely a big one for a guy. I asked him if he was...
The Bartender and me.
As I posted in a fit of drunkeness, I got his number.
Early in the day, I was nervous. I was NERVOUS to go see him. How ridiculous is that? All I could think of was that this was his birthday party, with his friends, and he was going to be surrounded by hot girls that he’d also invited and I would be there. The lameass that went to the party thinking it was a real-invite. He would be there...
9:00am.
I got his number!
Ye-yeah!
And now it’s time for bed.
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It was not a date. But we shared the bagel.
Hot Guy: What do you want to drink? I'll get it for you.
Me: What? Why?
Hot Guy: I got it.
Me: There's no need. I can get my own drink.
Hot Guy: What do you want? I will buy it.
Me: Really. It's fine.
[A few minutes later after I've bought my own drink and sat down.]
Hot Guy: So, I got a bagel. Do you want to share it?
I'm H to the P to the O to the T....
I am a huge (not so closeted) Harry Potter fan.
I have been reading the books like mad so I could watch movies 5 and 6 tonight before 7 pt. 1 tomorrow. My plan went smashingly. I finished everything (well, I’m half watching 6 now. I didn’t really enjoy it much last time) and am ready for tomorrow night.
Me.
Cheese Popcorn.
and Daniel Radcliffe.
There is not much that is...
99% sure about you, Hot Guy.
Today, Hot Guy referenced something in conversation with me that I am almost 100% certain I never told him in person. However, I had mentioned it here, a while ago. While there is a slight possibility that I had brought the subject up with him previously, the detail I shared tonight (I didn’t realize this until after he’d left the conversation) was something I’d only written...
To: Tony
Question/Comment:: Is it just me or do most western chicks who dig k boys, fall into the over weight category and are in the lower percentile when it comes to looks? Yes I’m a white male English teacher in Korea. So fire away, my shoulders can handle an Internet beating.
I suspect you sent this to rile me up, or I don’t see why you felt the need to inform me that you were white and...
J update.
J and I met for coffee Sunday night. He’s currently on a business trip and won’t be back until Thursday. He said we’d do dinner next Sunday, but we’ll see if I’m up for it.
Last night, before I met him, I had to drop my dog off at the vet. When J and I were done having coffee I told him he could go without me, or walk me to the vet and walk home with me and the...
Santa Claus kissed me.
Last night a rather drunk group of Santas gathered in Hongdae to party. One of them, a rather tall, cute, black Santa with a terrible wig kissed me on both cheeks, then on the mouth. I guess the mouth one was my fault. He was just going to kiss the edge of my lips, but when I see a pair coming at me, I guess I automatically turn my head to accept them. Hah. Then he tried to get me to stick my...
I cheated. I took a nap for an hour.
I am so tired. I am, if it’s possible, at 8am, already running late for my day. Jeeez. That nap set me back but I was barely functioning. The plan for today was to do everything I had to do, then call the magazine editor from before to see if he wanted to still meet up and hook up. Only, now I’m so tired, I don’t think I want to meet him. It is a sad, sad day when I choose to...
Thank goodness J likes it when I'm mean.
I have been nothing but over the last three days. He’s been very considerate, apologizing, and calling me when he knows I’m free to see if there’s anything he can do to help me. There’s not, unfortunately, but it’s a sentiment that I appreciate.
I’m currently pulling an all-nighter to prepare for my Saturday work tomorrow. Seriously, this sucks. I can’t...
Random phone call.
Sometimes you get a phone call that makes you wonder if the person meant to contact you or if they pressed the down button one too many times before pressing the call button.
Either way, I had a missed call, then a real call, then a text from a guy I haven’t heard from in months.
Me: Why did you call me?
Him: Because you sent me a SMS.
Me: Yes. The SMS asked why you called me. So, why...
Oh, J. Green does not suit you.
J is jealous. Jealous with a capital J of The Bartender.
Like I’ve been telling my friends, if J just wants to be friends, that’s fine. But I don’t think that he does. That’s just my gut feeling. I’m usually not wrong here, but this is what I see.
Last night, we met up. He asked me to meet at our regular coffee shop. I guess he’d been sick with food poisoning...
The Bartender explained.
Nothing I said before about him would indicate that he was anything more than a good bartender towards me before.
After the YG Concert, HYF and I decided to go for a drink. I wanted to show her this guy and I wanted to see if he remembered me at all. I got a good vibe off him the first night, but I just wasn’t sure.
Last week, I wore glasses to the bar. I wasn’t trying to impress...
The Bartender.
I cringed writing this.
Oh no, I thought, I have become the cliche.
“That’ll never happen to me.” I swore, up and down. Scoffing at other girls who were duped into having a real, honest-to-goodness crush on their bartender. The man that gets paid to like them. And you, in turn, buy drinks off him, and give him tips so he pays you more attention.
“I’ll never fall...
Why oh why
does the hotness of the man standing next to you directly correlate to how embarrassing your purchases are at the counter?
God, sometimes it’s amazing living near room salons and model bars, but sometimes it’s downright terrible.
Just kidding. It was awesome. Haha. He was standing there eating a cheeseburger from the microwave (I didn’t realize people actually ATE those) as I...