2. Sure enough, by the time I reached home and showered after training, boredom had hit me. I know I don’t work long hours at the university but I hate the fact that I work all day and when the weekend comes, it’s really no different than my weeknights. Honestly, I am starting to really hate weekends, I mean, I don’t get to do pad work at boxing on Saturdays and Sundays both Hongik and the boxing gym are closed.
3. Had a great idea hit me: Wednesdays are busy days for me. I work from 9-5, box in the evening from 7-9pm and unless I wake up super early, like 5:30am, weight training just doesn’t happen. So…. my great idea is that maybe I should ask Junior Mint if I can miss Wednesday training and instead, come in on Sundays to train by myself. It’d mean I’d miss out on Wednesday’s pad work but it’d also mean I’d have more energy. Maybe I could help clean the club on Sundays too… after all, it’s not like I am really being productive with my weekends as it is! I’ll have to swing this idea by him next week.
4. Throughout the day I had been text messaging back and forth to one of my friends, a Korean girl (The Korean Drama Queen) I know who is dating some American Air Force dude (who I don’t know). She’s always telling me about him and from what I know, it isn’t good. She’s never come straight out and said things but instead has hinted at numerous things. From what I make out of it all, the guy is a royal jerk who deserves to be castrated on the spot. A bit harsh, I know, but she’s told me nothing but bad news about him. Now, I am fully aware that I am by no means an expert on relationships but there are key things that should and shouldn’t be present… like being scared to go see him.
5. By the time 9pm rolled around, I was so frustrated with having no plans and being home alone. Some of my coworkers texted me, asking me to join them for a movie, but I am so done with movies. It’s gotten to the point that picking out a movie at the video store that I haven’t seen is almost impossible. I wanted to do something different but didn’t know what, so when a random friend texted me asking me to come out to see him, I jumped at the invite and showed up twenty minutes later.
6. Am convinced that many taxi drivers here in Korea lose all manners when a foreigner jumps in their cab. Many of them seem to think they can push the limits and act different because us foreigners are different… and I hate that. Tonight’s taxi driver tried to get all touchy with me when he noticed I was a foreigner. Up until he turned around and made the realization, he was well-mannered. I told him where I wanted to go, in Korean, and he was quiet. Mind ya, when he looked at me in the rear mirror and saw that I was a foreign girl, his manners totally changed. He turned and grabbed my wrist to look at my sparkly bracelet, started asking me strange questions like if I am single, if I like Korean men, and then he offered me candy. I told him I was married. “Yes, I am married. I have five kids and my kids have kids” I told him. I then took the candy and put it in my purse, where upon he offered me more candy.
Me: Thank you, but I don’t really eat candy.I didn’t know why he snapped on my candy comment, maybe he thought I said he is fat… not sure, but I surely didn’t appreciate him calling me Russian. There's definitely nothing wrong with being Russian but I knew he was implying that I was a prostitute. He kept on asking me for the candy back and although I knew I wouldn’t eat his nasty, stale, old-man candy, I refused to give it to him. Finally when we reached the subway station, I gave him his fare. He argued with me about the candy some more and then refused to give me my change. I ended up getting my change back after I called him a pervert several times. As he drove away, I threw the silly candy at his car and as soon as the candy hit his car, he slammed on the breaks. I stood still, not knowing what was going to happen next. He ended up yelling something and then driving off. I was so ticked, I mean, ok so I am a foreigner, doesn't mean you get to treat me with lower manners because I know, I know for a fact, if I were a Korean girl he wouldn't have been pushing his limits like that and acting all touchy-feely. Moreover, yelling at me while you drive away is just pure chicken. If you can’t be man enough to say it to my face than you really aren’t a man and what you're saying really isn’t worth me listening to it. I know I may talk a lot of smack, fair enough, but at least I stand by my word and can say it to people’s face. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. If I don't like something, trust me, I'll say it.
Him: Why?
Me: I love exercising and too much candy makes you fat.
Him: WHAT?! Give me my candy back!!!
Me: No…
Him: Ahh… Russian girl, Russian girl… Russian girl!
Me: Excuse me?... pervert!
7. Sitting at a bar filled with foreigners, over barring rock music and sipping on water only kept my attention for so long before I got antsy for more than just sitting. I was enjoying the conversation but my energy was dying. And so, on that note, I excused myself and left.
8. No sooner had my subway ride taken me back to Cheonan but then The Korean Drama Queen texted me. She had gone out to the Air Force Base in Osan with intentions of breaking up with her boyfriend, the American D-Head, but texted me saying that she was so nervous. After a couple of desperate messages, she finally convinced me to get back on the train and head out to Osan. I went thinking I was seriously going to have to fight the dude. I know breaking up is hard to do (or not so hard for some… anyway…) but using the words “scared” and “afraid” to describe it didn’t sit well with me. I was under the assumption that there was more to the story that she wanted me to know but didn’t want to come straight out and tell me.
9. Headed over to the club where she said she was… she wasn’t there. Apparently she had gone back on base with him. Fine, I thought, I’ll just wait here for her. So, I waited… and waited…. and waited. The short of the story is she ended up not breaking up with the American D-Head and I ended up looking REAL COOL standing by myself at the end of the bar sipping on water like it was going out of style.
10. Maybe I’ve been out of the single scene for too long or what not but the lines that some of these American dudes used to try to stir up a conversation with me were just flat out lame. Actually, some of them weren’t using lines, it was more like physical contact. Let’s see, there was the one guy who grabbed my cell phone when I started to text my friend, another guy who grabbed my hand when I walked by him, there was a guy who flicked me in the forehead (not sure what the heck that was all about), and then there was the guy who asked me if I knew some random girl, where upon I said no and he replied with, “Good, cause she hates you for being so beautiful.”… what’s with that?! Despite me not meeting up with The Korean Drama Queen, my night wasn’t totally wasted though. These dudes and their lines (and lack there of them), and watching the crazy dance moves going down on the dance floor were definitely amusing! Beside me at the bar sat this cute little guy (Shorty) who I ended up hanging out with until I left. He enjoyed my overly sarcastic jokes and introduced me to all his friends. It was nice.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Ok, so I am a foreigner... so what?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Be content to act, and leave the talking to others.
-- Baltasar Gracian
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