This is a true story: every bit of it.
I didn’t think I’d squeeze one in before the end of the year, but it finally happened. I went on a date in 2009. Just one date. That is all. I spent 9 months in America this year and not one date. Not one English-speaking guy had the guts or interest to ask me out. I get to Korea, where about 1% of the population can speak the same language as me, and guess what? Just after 2 months, I get asked out on a date.
Me and Kimber love to go dancing on Saturday nights. It’s hard to think of a “dance club” without thinking of a Western “club” where young adults are “bumpin’ and grindin’ or acting “ungodly” on the dance floor. Korea’s dance clubs are much, MUCH different. The first weekend I was in Gwangju, the pastor’s son invited us to go to Club Houze with him. I was hesitant because I don’t like American dance clubs, but he offered to pay, so we all went. I immediately realized the vast difference between American and Korean (or Gwangju) clubs. When Koreans dance at clubs, they definitely leave room for the Holy Spirit. This means, they all stand in a circle of their friends and kinda bop around. Their feet usually don’t even leave the ground. They focus all their energy on moving their arms, kinda like they are running in place. It is so fascinating. They also dress much different at their clubs too. Korean women are petite and sophisticated. Their idea of club clothes is not a slutty top and some apple-bottom jeans. Instead, they opt for a turtle neck, a high-waist-pencil skirt, tights, and heels. They are very classy club-goers. Granted, they aren’t really doing much “dancing” so I guess they can wear whatever they want. It’s very nice.
So anyways, Kimber and I love “dancing” on Saturday nights. It’s fun to goof off and act like a Korean and dance like idiots. Recently, some other foreigners have been coming to the club and poisoning it with their westernized club-ways. It’s very refreshing to see a tall, handsome Korean man hold up his arms in a big X when some white girl tries to dance on him.
So last Saturday, Kimber and I were having fun, as usual. We were “dancing” by ourselves, laughing, and burning calories. One Korean seemed very interested in dancng with me. He spent the rest of the night beside me and even bought me a drink– juice. Actually, I got 2 drinks bought for me that night– pineapple and peach juice. haha
When it was time for us to go, the Korean guy asked for my phone number. He did this by waving his hand-uh-pone around. I don’t have a cellphone. Kimer does. Therefore, I don’t hesitate handing out her number.
I gave him that number intending to never speak to him again. I’m pretty sure he didn’t say one word in English to me the whole night which was fine with me. I wasn’t there to meet friends anyway. His name was Kim Dok Yang. He was taller than me.
Monday morning, Kimber handed me her phone. “You got a text message”. Dok Yang had been sending me text messages and I couldn’t understand a single one of them! None of the made any sense. He was trying to text in English. The only text I understood was this “I am inferior to English. You inferior to Korean?”
Thursday, Kimber and I already had plans to go to the Bus Terminal to get some Burger King for dinner (big deal!). The Bus Terminal has a lot of restaurants and shops in it. That’s where the Louis Vouton (spelling?) and Gap are….you know, all the expensive stores. There are also art gallerys and music halls as well as a huge, nice, IMAX theater.
Before we left for work on Thursday, Dok Yang sent Kimber’s phone a text. “You have plans tonight? You want to see a movie with me?” I said “yes” because I believe in signs and thought it was no coincident that I was already planning on eating right outside of the movie theater. Plus, I thought this would make a great story.
I ate with Kimber and then she waited with me ’til he showed up. I was a bit nervous. I felt like I was going on a blind date, except (without disrespect) it was actually deaf-date because we weren’t going to be able to communicate. Plus, I couldn’t really remember what he looked like! haha Luckily he wore the same jacket he did on Saturday.
This guy can’t even say “hello” in English. Poor thing. It was very funny. I went into this “date” treating it like an experiment. I was curious to see how a Korean man acted on a date. He picked out the movie (2012), he paid for the tickets, he bought me a drink and within 2 minutes, he offered to carry my purse. He just smiled a lot. Good thing we were watching a movie! The movie was in English and although I had already seen it, I was fine with watching it again. We tried unsuccessfully to use our cellphone dictionaries to communicate. (Kimber lent me her phone for the night) It was so funny. While we were waiting for the movie to begin, I just decided I was gonna have fun with it. I just talked and talked and talked in English. He just smiled. lol. It was great.
When the movie ended, he walked me to a taxi kissed me on the cheek, and I was off! The end! He had a lot of guts to ask me out when he knew he wouldn’t be able to communicate with me.
The next day I got a text that said: “You listen at your house?”
Not sure what that means. This isn’t gonna work out.