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Awsome!!!!

[ED209]

Nice work Oreo. Can we please have some more pranks to pull on kgirls? Good or bad.

[mateomiguel]

I've got a good prank that will make Korean girls scream. Cough loudly. Alternatively, you could stand up from your chair. Or, perhaps, grab something quickly. They're like deer, they are. Anything will set them off.

[RJjr]

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[reactionary]

I wrote a short story regarding my White-Day eve experiences, whaddya think?

It was White Day, essentially a 2nd Valentine's Day, in Korea. I was drinking beer-on a weekday no less, a habit I have mostly quit- and I had forgotten the day until talking to a woman on the phone who reminded me and loudly demanded candy. I said I would the next day, early in the morning, which wasn't to happen. I sent a text message to a long lost fling that I had met in Korea nearly two years ago and she also demanded candy. She worked at a bar and finished at 2:00 am, so into a taxi I hopped after picking up some candy stuffed inside of a teddy bear.

Maybe it was loneliness, but she certainly looked really good. Barmaids are nearly always quasi-prostitutes in Korea and she was dressed the part. She led me to a convenience store and asked me to get some whiskey. She chose Windsor, 17 years. About $45 for a bottle, but hell, this was Korea-where whiskey is universally pricey- and it was White Day, so I said OK. The cashier spoke a bit of English but seemed to have Down syndrome or something. He wasn't all there. But he was shorter than me, and for some reason I feel instant affinity and affection for any man that is.

We got back to her place, which apparently only cost $250 a month. But it's a rooftop unit and has a nice outdoor patio area. I was really very envious of it, considering my academy was springing $550 a month for what is essentially a dorm room.. It must have been so cheap because of how old the unit was and how far it was from the subway (a minimum of 20 minutes).

So we began to drink. I already had a few beers in me so I was in no rush, but she was taking shots heroically. She had a cat. The place smelled like a cat. And she would not please any animal rights folks, grabbing and pulling it by the tail and such. When I pointed that out, she said I ought to see what she did to him when company wasn't around.

We talked. My 2nd head persuaded me to behave very well in hopes of the future. She had a lot of leg and knew it. She kept pulling up her shorts and saying, in slight Konglish, "I have such a hot leg-line!" I took a glance at her computer and saw a huge MSN messenger list while she was texting someone. A lot of people must've heard of that leg-line.

We finished the bottle. It was now about 4:30 AM and she wanted another. I suggested wine. She insisted on more whiskey. So off I went. Another bottle. They were out of Windsor 17 so I got Windsor 12 (with an amazing discounted price of $35 a bottle). I hammed it up a bit more with the cashier - this was the third time I had seen him as I had also been sent down earlier for ice. The situation was wearing thin. Upon seeing the number 12 rather than 17, this disappointed the little lady after one drink she decided she was finished drinking and I should leave. I'll admit, 12 didn't taste quite as smooth as 17, but it wasn't that bad. Booze is booze, especially when you're into the second bottle.


I was a bit miffed I had just gone out and bought another bottle for essentially no purpose (sweet Jesus a Jew does reside inside me), but I swallowed that comment and grabbed the bottle to take home with me.

Yet the lady did protest. And fireworks did ensue.

She insisted that I leave the bottle. We would drink it together next time. I kind of laughed at that and said I wanted to drink more at home. Then she gave me an ultimatum: "LEAVE THE BOTTLE OR THERE'S NO POSSIBILITY OF US EVER BEING TOGETHER." I wondered, "Do ultimatums ever work?" and started to head out the door. It was heartily slammed behind me.

I then got in a taxi. It is at such times that one always finds the best of taxi drivers. He offered me a cigarette and had one himself. He didn't take any bullshit detours to ring up a higher fare. And when I got out of the cab, he yelled "Obama!" and gave me a thumbs up. I woke up the next day with all the lights on and a nearly full bottle of Windsor 12 crammed into the pocket of my faux leather jacket.

[xingyiman]

[kermo]

It's not literature, but it's pretty damn believable if you've lived in Korea long enough.

[reactionary]

not literature - crap! i'm heart broken. I could've told that entire story in just a few sentences.

[justin moffatt]

I think all people have various levels of insecurities, however, my OBSERVATIONS were based on SOME of my experiences of dating in Korea. I am pretty well versed in seeing the angles that some women have, although after learning some Korean language expressions, it was easier to filter through the bullsh*t.

Hell even my wife and her friends have admitted to me how some Korean women use foreigners for the reasons I previously mentioned. If you perservere, and have the stamina to endure it may just lead to your objective . . .

In other words, if you AWARE of the possible angles, it is easier to filter out what you want or don't want (without feeling used).

[brento1138]

[darkcity]

i haven't finished reading all the stories yet, but they're all gold so far. i'll share one of mine:

i was a late bloomer, never went on a date with a girl until I was 20. she was 29 and worked with me (this is in california).

white girl with dreadlocks, first sign. speeding in her '81 corvette, listening to Eminem and Punjabi MC at top volume is another. when she told me about how she was emotionally attached to the car because she escaped the cops from it once, that would've been anyone's warning sign.

there was also a lot of other emotional baggage she was too ready to share with me, like about her fatherless kid, uncle with cancer, etc

i stuck with it because it was my first date ever, but then she took me to her house to show me her paintings. they were mostly screwed up paintings of god knows what, but one portrait was of her removing her genitals because she "thought that if she was no longer a woman, he would stop doing that to me."

saw her once after that, but never again. i guess her uncle must've died because she never came back to work or returned my voicemail.

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[NAVFC]

Also I had another tad bit of weirdness to add. I dated a Korean Girl in the US once, but it was strange. The very very first date, she would talk about things such as her masturbatorial habits, her vibrator and such, telling me about how she releived stress and that she hasnt had sex in a year. A couple dates later (she was 20 at the time, I was 22) she revealed to me she had lost her virginity at 17 and has had 9 sex partners and that if I had sex with her I'd be #10, but not to worry because they had all used condoms) Then a few mnths into, (I hadnt slept with hrer yet) I went to pick her up one day and as were driving she told me to sniff her fingers on one of her hands. It was the scent of a woman if you get my drift. She informed me she had engagded in self pleasure before I came to pick her up. A couple weeks later we did the deed, and ddi it quite often their after. I asked her once why she has always been so canidd and she told me it was because to her sex wasn't a taboo, merely anoither part of daily human life, so to her no taboo or hush hush was needed to discuss it.
Well, I found out I was getting sent to Iraq, and 2 weeks before I was due to go, and 3 weeks before our one year annoiversary she dumps me for some English 7th day adventist church deacoin who i had found out she had been dating under the table for like 3 months anyway.