How I met my husband part 2

Okay so I was "dating" the bartender guy with the very high maintenance hair and as I said, I used to beg my friends from EV to go with me to see him at Ho Bar, every time we went to Hongdae. I had become very good friends with this girl name Tasha from New York. She was black and she only wanted to meet Soldier boys, so every time we hung out we had to go to Itaewon, because that where all the soldier boys hung out.  


EV was an amazing place, don't get me wrong, and I absolutely loved it, because every night with 140 foreigners working there in a small place, we would play a different sport every night and have movie night in the conference rooms. And when we weren't playing sports we were planning camping trips, talents shows, fund raisers, and of course drinking at the pub or having parties in our rooms. So every week, one night I would play basketball, volleyball, soccer, touch football, rugby, and ultimate frisbee. I tried to do do a dance with some of the girls there, but I gave up on that. I have no coordination and I can barely do a padabure properly. I only managed to get up at six a couple of mornings to do yoga. We even had a girl there, who would give us kickboxing lessons. After a while, though, I still got bored with all these things. I wanted to be in Seoul or explore more of Korea.


One weekend a year they have a massive Ultimate Frisbee Tournament in Busan. Busan is the southern most city on the coast of Korea. A bunch of us went. leaving on the Friday and then Clio was coming to meet us on Saturday afternoon. I packed everything. The cool thing about Korea is that they have a bullet train. The bullet train will take you from Seoul to Busan in 3 hours. Before this train, it would take a whole day to get there by car.

That Friday, the South Africans were having a barbeque in the backyard of English Village and there was a concert by the EV Boyz of course, so Micah had to stay for that. So first we ate with everyone, then Maisey, Micah, Tasha, and I first had to take the train into Seoul. On that train, Micah was being his ridiculous self and he pretended to slam into the door and knock himself out. The ajumas(old Korean ladies) on the train were concerned and making “aahh” noises. The rest of us were dying laughing.

When we got on the bullet train, we started talking and that meant of course we were talking about people in the Village. As I said before, there were teachers and there were actors in the village and Micah was an actor. They were called “Edutainers”, because they created little plays for the visitors to learn English. We got yelled at a couple of times for being loud, as per usual.

So we got to Busan. We went out. The first night, Maisey was not feeling well, so she went to bed early. Micah was supposed to sleep in the bed with Maisey. But the three of us went out, I got really wasted . Tasha and Micah had to carry me home. I don’t even remember getting home, but when I woke up in the morning, Tasha and Micah were in the same bed. I didn’t really think anything of it. We were all friends and I slept on the floor.

We all got ready and played ultimate frisbee on the beach, which was great. We met new people who were living all over Korea and got invited to a party that night. One of the Korean guys taught me how to say, "Juketta" which means "I'm dying." We explored Busan a bit, and then we went to the party. There was a Scottish guy playing on one of the teams. At that time, I was obsessed with James McAvoy( who is Scottish), so I was thinking, I might give this guy a try. At the party, he bought me a drink and we started talking. First of all, I couldn’t understand a damn thing he said, and secondly he was way too boring and wasted. Fail.

The next day, everyone but Tasha played frisbee again. Clio was there now, she came the next day. So that night, we all went to this bar called, “Thursday Place.” When we got there, there was a beautiful Korean man sitting with his friend.  He was tall  He had muscles and dimples. Since I had so much luck with the “shiganesoyo” before, I went  up to him and used it again and he said, " Of Course."

We hung out and he gave me his number. He said he had to meet with a client. He was a golf instructor and his English name was Danny. So he and I were texting, while he was gone and I couldn’t wait for him to come back, but when he got back, I was really drunk. He brought his client and his client’s wife back with him. He told his client I was his girlfriend. I was sort of shocked, but I just went with it. Apparently, he was trying to make a good impression in front of his client and I was trying the whole time to get him to leave and have sex with me. The next thing I know, Micah picks me up and carries me out the door. Micah, I think was kind of upset with me, because he was like a big brother figure, and he said I was just throwing myself at this Korean man. I was like, "So what? I'm single and I'm young and he's hot, leave me alone!"They must’ve known that the guy was coming to my room that night, because the three of them slept in one room and left me in the other one by myself.

The guy texted and came over. He was beautiful, but so disappointing. I was really hoping the Asian stereotype about penises was not true, but he proved it very true. When he had an erection, his penis (I am not exaggerating) was the size of my pinky. I couldn’t feel anything. He was thankfully good as some other things...I'm not even sure if I should count that one....

In the morning, I was pretty ashamed. I didn’t really know how to act because I had acted like such a whore in front of my friends. We eventually got over it. I was kind of scared though, because that was my first real Korean experience. I was afraid they all might turn out to be disappointing. 

 I was still talking to the bartender in Seoul, Tasha would go to Seoul every weekend and get a room there. Sometimes, I would stay with her. 

One night, Tasha and I went out in Seoul. We of course, upon my pleading, stopped by Ho Bar for a little bit, and saw Aaron. Then I promised afterword to go to Itaewon. We went to this bar called Helios. Little did I know, this was the beginning of a ridiculous saga, that is Ju Hyun.


Tasha and I were just taking it all in and having a drink. The next thing I know these two Korean guys come up to us and want to talk. They wanted to buy us a drink, so I thought, that’s cool. One of them was really unattractive. The other one the more I looked at him, the hotter he became to me. Well, the ugly one was clearly into me and kept feeding me Long Islands. He said, “You are so beautiful.” I said, "You are crazy." He said, "Yeah, I’m crazy about you." Every time he went to the bar, I got to know his friend. The ugly one’s name was Jay and I thought the hot one’s name was Jun.

After talking to “Jun,” I found out he studied English in England for two years. He had a sort of sexy, deep, British/Korean accent. I told him I was not at all  interested in his friend, but I think I could be interested in him. He was like, "Oh really, because I think you are gorgeous." He said, "Let’s dance". So we danced and we started making out. He told me he loved how my eyes got small when I smiled and that I had a small face. (Koreans are obsessed with small faces, because they all look like bobble heads) At that point, we were both so drunk from drinking long islands, that we were stumbling, making out all over Itaewon. (Later, Tasha told me that some guy came up to us and told us we were disgusting.)

 He asked if I wanted to go back to his place and I was like sure why not.He called a driver to come and get his car and take us back to his place.(In Korea, you can call a driver, to come to where you are and for a fee they will drive your car, anywhere you want to go) We had sex at his place. He just kept telling me how gorgeous I was. In the morning, I told him he had to take me back to Itaewon so I could catch the train back. I had to go to work. On the way taking me back, he was still complimenting me and saying he would like to see me again. I was trying to kind of brush him off and I said, "I’m sure you have Korean girls lined up at your door." He said he didn’t.

I thought about him all the way back to Paju, but didn’t think anything would come of it. He called me the next day and asked if he could take me out. He said he found some strands of my blonde hair on his sheets (kinda creepy, lol) and it made him happy. He asked if he could come up and take me to dinner, but I had the date with the bartender, so I told him I wasn’t sure about my plans. He asked about Thursday. I said Thursdays, I play ultimate frisbee. He said we were like Romeo and Juliet. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that.

I was talking to my girlfriends about it and they were like, "Come on Jess, you can miss one game of ultimate, let him come up and take you to dinner." So I thought, what the hell, may as well play the field a little.

So this is how I came to be dating two Korean men at once....more to come next week.

How to lose a job and other advice

Last week was a very unfortunate week for me. I'm still kind of in shock that it actually happened. You know that old saying or is it a Bible verse?: "Pride always comes before a fall."? Well I believe that is a very wise proverb now and I had to learn that the hard way. 

Everything in my life has been going really well for a very long time at this point. I met the man of my dreams. I convinced him to move to my home state closer to my family so that we could settle down. We both got amazing jobs and started building a house. We are planning on having a baby next year and going back to school. I started working out and trying to get in shape. I've connected with some old friends and made some new ones. I have just been on top of my world and I started to reclaim my teenage philosophy of, "Nothing bad can happen to me." Things are great and they are only getting better. 

To be honest I got kind of cocky and when people get that way they generally get reckless. I started writing this blog and lots of people were reading it. I thought, I just know someone is going to give me a book deal soon. Then I had to meet some immature bitch so she could come and stomp all over that! 

This story actually started when I met this girl. (And I still won't use her real name in case she has special powers or is such an expert stalker that she can hack into my computer or something). I mean it's possible, because this girl is obviously completely batshit. So we'll call her Dani. At first glance, Dani looks like you typical state worker: She's obesely overweight, her hair is in desperate need of a straightener or a perm. (Just something to fix that frizzy mess) as well as either highlights or please dye it back to your natural color for goodness sake because the first 3 inches of your hair is brown and the rest of it is frizzy platinum blonde! She always wears ratty Kackis and a some sort of hoodie to work. You know people who work for the gov't are supposed to look professional right? Most of the time this girl wears tennis shoes and those are strictly forbidden by our dress code, but you don't see me even saying anything to her for that. She obsessed with cats. (You get the picture.)

So when I first meet Dani, it's because she is a mutual friend of the girl who got me my job. She works in a completely different department, but the first day we met, we had a nice conversation, and I thought she was cool, despite her appearance. I thought, someone who cares that little about what they look like has got to be a laid back, nice person right? She works in a totally different department, but on the same floor, so I asked if she would like to come to my book and wine club sometime. She told me she would love to do something like that and I was like okay great, "I"ll send you an invite." I added her as a Facebook friend and I thought we were cool. 

Time goes by and realize that Dani rides the train to work in the morning and in the afternoon too. To give you a picture of what this looks like I live like 5 min. from the train station, so I catch the train there and then when you get to downtown, you can either walk 10 minutes to your building or take a shuttle to your building and vice versa in the afternoon to get back to the station. I really like to walk, and I don't mind walking by myself. I mean I have traveled by myself to a bunch of different countries, so walking downtown Nashville is nothing right? WRONG. I swear the sketchiest people in the world lurk there! I walked a couple times by myself and I got sexually harassed. 

Side Note: What do men think they are going to accomplish by sexually harassing a woman as she walks down the street? Do they think one day they are going to be saying these positively disgusting things to a woman way out of their creepy leagues and the woman will turn around and be like, "Awesome, I love a disgusting guy who probably will never have a real job or hanging out the window of his friend's crappy car. Let's go into that alley and you can do whatever you want to me?" If you are one of those guys and you are reading this. Please grow up and buy some class if you have to. 

So anyway after getting harassed as I walked down almost a whole street. I was like I'm not going to walk by myself anymore! I'll either take the shuttle or walk with someone else. The only person on my floor at work that rode the train besides me was that Dani girl and this older lady. The older lady was actually very nice and willing to walk with me, but she only rode the train on and off. So I asked Dani if she would ride the train with me. She looked at me and with a fake whiny voice, she said, "I just never know what time I'm going to leave." The train leaves at the same time everday! ouch... So I looked at her like, are you kidding me?? I said, "You know Dani, I don't really care what time we leave, as long as we get to the train on time." She said, "If I can remember." 

I got to thinking about it. I usually went out to go get coffee with a friend that I worked with everyday on my break. One day my friend Shayla and I went to get coffee. We saw Dani and she acted like she didn't see me. Then after that I noticed she never asked to walk with me to the train and if she saw me she wouldn't even try to say hi or anything, yet she walked with everyone else in the building wherever. It was like she was blatantly trying to send me a message without saying anything.  I told Shayla, "I know that girl doesn't like me. I have no idea why though. I've only tried to be nice to her in every way possible." Shayla said, "Isn't it obvious why she doesn't like you? You are much prettier and have a much better figure than her." She said some girls are just petty that way. I still thought maybe I was overreacting, though. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. 

Not long after that, I sent out a mass email about Wine and Book club. I asked to see if anyone/everyone was coming that month. Most everyone said they were coming. I totally forgot that she was on the list. But she very rudely wrote, "I don't think I'm going to be able to be apart of this." and left the conversation. Then I knew for sure this girl is jealous and petty and has it out for me. But what can she do except just keep being a bitch. I've done nothing to her, so if she wants to dislike me that's her problem. I'll just act like she doesn't exist and forget about her.  That's exactly what I did. I forgot she existed. I had forgotten and let the whole thing go. Not long after that she added me as a friend on my book website. I thought about not accepting, but I was like whatever. 

I started writing this blog and a lot of times, I can't remember some of the things that happened five years ago and I wish I would remember details a lot more, because the details are what make the story great. Well while all of these things were happening with this Dani girl, a totally different girl that worked in the next cubicle was driving me insane. She compared herself to me constantly and she would listen in on my personal conversations with everyone in the office and come over and comment on them right after. She would invite herself to go with me every time I left my cubicle. She even suggested she come over to my house so we could workout together on the weekends. I could tell from the beginning, this girl had a lot of issues and was a pathological liar. I did not want to hang out with her and would find myself writing people emails and never talking out loud. This girl got so bad that I went to ask my supervisor if I could move my cubicle to the other side of the floor, but my supervisor said that she thought that it would only cause more of a distraction. So I thought, I'll just have to grow some balls and tell this girl off in a professional manner.

In the meantime, I thought, Oh my god, this would be an amazing story for my blog, and I should write it all down now so I don't forget anything that happened with her. So that is exactly what I did. I wrote down everything this girl did and all of my coworkers reactions to her. I did not use real names or places. I didn't send any links to this story, but I did post it to my blog. Now, I know THAT is the Stupidest mistake I have every made in my life!!!! I honestly didn't think any of my coworkers knew that had a blog or any of them would care enough to read it if they did. I'll make a confession. I never read blogs and if I do, I just skim them for info and that's it. I mean I don't even read my best friends' blogs. Sorry friends. I just never get to it. 

BOY! Was I ever wrong, in my thinking! Not only did coworkers read my blog, but the girl that hates me for no reason reads it and then she makes the connections and prints it off at work and spreads it around and then somehow it gets to my director, even though I didn't use anything that could prove I was talking about anyone at work. The blog had absolutely Nothing to do with her!! She doesn't even work in my department!

The only person with integrity at work. A guy named Christian, comes to me before it all goes down and said, "Jess, people are reading your blog." You should probably delete it. He said, "Dani, just came up to me and said, so I guess you are a big flirt." Which is something I wrote in my blog. I was like "Oh my god." I started hyperventilating and I deleted the post. I told him I was sorry. "People at work weren't supposed to read that and even if they did I didn't think they would make the connections or bring it to work." I was so upset. I wanted to cry and throw up and go home. I began to worry more and more. I went straight to my manager. I told her that I had written something and I felt like an idiot. She said, "I think I know what you are talking about." I was like "OH NO." Then I knew it was too late and was sure I would lose my job then.

So we went to talk to the director and she said that she didn't think my method of venting was a very good one. She said she could make assumptions as to who I was talking about. She said it caused a disruption at work and because of that policy I was to be suspended for a day a half, but she wanted to see me on Wednesday because I was an excellent worker and I did a good job.  I told her thank you for not being harsher and took my punishment. I walked by myself to catch the train. I was so disappointed in myself for being so terribly stupid and naive. I vowed to make everything private and never trust anyone again. 

The more I thought about, the more I thought, This is so unfair. I didn't bring that to work. I was just writing a ridiculously funny story and who knows if I just made the whole damn thing up? I didn't use anything real. Those events did happen, but how do they know who I'm talking about unless they think the same thing? Why didn't that miserable petty bitch get into more trouble than me? She is the one who brought it to the workplace! Everyone would have been none the wiser if she hadn't done that to me. Of course, I posted what happened on Facebook, so that I could warn everyone else. I will never trust any of my coworkers ever again! 

When I went back into work after my day of suspension, hardly anyone would talk to me except to answer in short answers. My superiors didn't treat me any differently, but I could definitely tell who was told that I "wrote about them" and who wasn't, by how nice they were to me. I mean I can't say how I would act if someone told me that someone else wrote about me. I am almost positive that people have written about me before, but as long as they didn't use my real name and didn't write anything bad or even if they did, who really cares? I had no intention of defaming anyone at all, and I hope anyone who knows me wouldn't have to question that fact. Also, if I write about you, you more than likely deserve it. Anyway, I was thinking this will all get better and blow over. I wanted to talk to my director and tell her that I didn't think things were handled even-handedly. 

I had a conversation with my director that day to tell her how unfair I felt the situation was. She said the other side was handled. I wanted to be like, "NO, it wasn't, because that girl is still here! Nothing happened to her!" but I didn't want to make things worse on myself, so I just said, "Okay." But before I left, she said, "I must tell you that it may not be over." I was like, "Why can't it just be over?" She said, "Someone else is reviewing this." I said, "Well I really hope that you and whomever else, take into consideration that I did not bring that here, I was never unprofessional in the workplace, and I deleted it and went straight to my manager as soon as I found out that someone else brought that here." She said, "Okay, thank you." 

So I told a couple of people my story. One girl that worked with me and had been promoted from my position before I got there, said there was no way they would fire me because they needed people too bad right now to process retirement. She also said, "Oh that's why the director came around and said,"" I just want to reiterate the policy that you are not allowed to be on Facebook at work or print off any personal material."" So that's how the other side was handled....She told me to just keep doing well at my job and by the time the summer's over, everyone will have forgotten about it. 

I went into work the next day, trying to stay positive. I put up inspirational quotes around my desk. I kicked ass and got all my work done. I had to ask for more work and was very focused. My husband and my friend came to have lunch with me that day and really brightened my spirits. Then at the end of the day, my director requested that I come into her office for a "discussion" with the HR lady. I knew then they were still going to fire me. I tried praying, but I knew it was no use. So I just went in there and I said, "So what is the reason?" The HR lady said, "TN is hire at will, fire at will, so we have just decided to not continue your 6 month probation that you are on when you first start working here. We don't have to give a specific reason." I told them that I hoped that if any new employers called them they would only comment on my work ethic, because if they ask any of my managers or supervisors they will say that I was excellent at my job. They informed me that the only information they could give was the dates that I worked there. My director said she wished it hadn't come to this, but it was over her head. So I asked if I could resign instead and I did. 

I thought since I don't work there anymore, maybe I should really confront that terrible, miserable girl that made this happen. But one of my good friends, who kind of has a super power for reading people. (unlike me, obviously) said that would be the worst thing, because this girl was obviously stalking me, because I didn't even make that post public. She might get a restraining order against me or something! The only things I have ever seen this girl post on FB are how she has been trying for like 5 years to have a baby and can't, so she and her husband are paying for all this fertility stuff. Secondly, she posts about how she's on all this medication and has to go to the chiropractor for her back.(I used to feel sorry for her, but now I'm beginning to think maybe bad things happen to her, because she's a bad person) And finally she always "checks in" to church every Sunday. So this girl (and these are just my thoughts, I'm apparently nowhere near psychic) in her  mind has probably justified doing this to me  in her sick "Christian" mind as doing "God's work" or something. My blog is about my sexual and drunken experiences overseas. I don't try to hide that, those things are part of my life. I am obviously very happy even though I don't profess my faith in anything all over the place. So I really can't and I'm going to quote my friend, "Compete with that kind of crazy." 

So in summary, I've decided to continue to just be happy. Apply my ass off at every company and/or school until I get something good. I have privatized everything. I will be nice to my future coworkers, but I refuse to trust any of them. I don't know and will probably never know what drives people to become petty or catty or whatever else, but I will avoid such people in the future. Nothing good can come of that, no matter how nice you are, apparently. I am a firm believer in Karma. I think what you put into the universe will come back to you way worse. I just really hope I get to hear what happens to this nasty person. 

Teaching at EV

My life at English Village was really fun and I had met tons of friends from all over the world. The teachers there were from South Africa, the UK, New Zealand, Australia, Canada, and the US. Above  are some pictures of my apt. when I first moved in...which is a little bigger than a walk-in closet, but at that time I was pretty happy with it. 


In a typical week. I would teach 3-4 classes a day of course. My subject to teach was Movie Making. So we gave the students these little cameras. They had to get into groups and choose a genre of film: Horror, Comedy, Drama, etc...then they had to write their scripts all in English. Then they would go and act out there five minute films. It was a lot of fun at first but to teach the same exact thing every hour and a half, it got super boring.


 For me, it was a little hard at first because well to me all of my students looked exactly the same (I don't think this anymore), but on top of that they were wearing all the same uniforms and I could not pronounce their names for the life of me. So a lot of times, I wound up saying, "Hey YOU, do this." A lot of times they were very pleasant to teach, but they were mostly teenagers. So they were quite rebellious. Even Asian teenagers are rebellious at times! We would catch them with cigarettes. They were always cursing in Korean. Some of them absolutely refused to answer any questions in English. 

All Matching Uniforms!

We had some rules for them there. One of the rules was: No Spitting. I know, should this seriously be a rule? Well, in Korea, it has to be, because mostly all older men smoke. They smoke because they get free cigarettes in the military. I mean you can imagine how much excitement they get in military. So I guess I would take free cigarettes too, if I were in their position. So in Korea, it is totally acceptable to hock up a lung on the streets, right in front of you. So the teenage boys, learning from their fathers, would just spit anywhere. That's disgusting. So we had to make a rule and teach them that was unacceptable and completely rude. 


When I first got there, I didn't know any Korean. My first words were "Anyonghaseyo", which means "hello" and "Kamapsumnida", which means "thank you." Of course teaching teenagers, I quickly learned all of the bad words in Korean as well. Like I learned how to say: bitch, dog-baby (son of a bitch), I fucking love it, bastard (bad guy)....those are just some of my first words. One day a girl came up and told on one of her friends. She said, "Teacher, he called me Beyonte" I went up to my co-teacher,Park, and asked what that meant. He just started laughing and said, "It means pervert." I finally got to the point where I could be like, "I know what you are saying!! If you say it again, you are in big trouble!" I really wonder what they said to me before I could understand...maybe it's better that I will never know.


One day in the movie making department at English Village, Maisey and I were teaching were teaching together. One group of boys decided their genre was going to be "pornographic." They took their cameras into the bathroom and took videos and pictures of their genitals. Well Maisey and I had no idea what to do. We went to get the head teachers to take care of it. Our head teacher Richard and a guy who worked for admin. named Jun. (Both Korean men of course) came in and said a ton of mean stuff. (you could tell by the facial expressions on the boys faces.) Then they made the boys do these ridiculous calisthenics. They had to raise their arms or there knee for like 15 min. 

Teachers goofing off with movie making props.

Students filming their "action film." 

When Richard and Jun left, the boys looked at Maisey and I and said, "Teacher, they called us dog babies." We asked Richard about this later. He said, "Well yeah, I did, because they deserved it." I mean I would be fired in five minutes in America if I called a student a "little son-of a bitch" right? That's not the only questionable things they did. I swear teaching with some of the Korean teachers was like teaching in the 1950's in America. Well, I mean I assume so because of my parents stories growing up. But I've had teachers just scream at the students, hit them in head. I've heard students come to my class and say, "Teacher, we love your class because you don't hit us." I think this is changing more and more, but when I first got there, that is definitely how it was. 


Although, I think Koreans actually have it better than Chinese students because they told me they get beaten not because they didn't do their homework. They did their homework, but they did it incorrectly. Their parents find this totally acceptable because unlike America, the teachers are really, really respected. I was talking to my husband about this one day. He said yes, that happened to me growing up and if he saw one of his teachers to this day, he would have a hard time not beating the complete shit out of him, because this teacher hit him because he was walking on the wrong side of the hallway. 


There was also a foreign teacher I taught with from Canada. He had been teaching in Korea for like 10 years and he took advantage of the fact that teachers didn't really get in trouble for little abusings like this. He would be really mean, and grab the children really hard. He would trip them on purpose. I had a really hard time teaching with him and I reported him as did other teachers. He finally got fired. 


One thing that I really learned from teaching middle school students was they kept me hip. I knew all the cool music and shows. In Korea, they have a genre of music called K-pop.(Korean Pop, yes I know you could have figured that out, but people have asked me what the K stands for). Anyway in Korean pop songs, a lot of times, they sing the verses in Korean and then they sing at least a couple lines if not all of the chorus in English. When I first got to Korea, I heard a song on the radio they said a lot of stuff in Korean and then it said, "I so sorry, but I love you." strange...no? This is now my favorite boy band in Korea, Big Bang.


Three of the actors I worked with there formed a "Boy band" called The "EV BOYZ." They made an amazing song and video about Korea called "Kickin it in Geumchon." If you're interested you can watch it. Just go to YouTube and type in "Kickin it in Geumchon". Hilarious! You will laugh out loud I promise. Everything they say is absolutely true especially my first year in Korea. They also have another smash hit called, "AEI love you", about dating a Korean girl. So go now and watch, for a good laugh. I tried to include the link...but I'm obviously an idiot, because I couldn't get it to imbed in my blog.


Another thing that kind of weirded me out when I first started teaching, was the amount of affection I saw between middle school boys and Korean men in general. I would be teaching my movie making class and the boys would be playing with each other's hair, holding hands, lying in other's laps. Old Korean men, especially when they were drunk, would just be walking down the streets holding hands.


I went out with the girls one night and we went to Geumchon. There was a bar there called "Posse." It is mentioned in the Geumchon video by the EVboyz. Anyway, we were all hanging out on the roof having some soju cocktail. Remember I warned you about soju previously. Well they have a cocktail, which is even more deadly, which is flavored soju mixed with juice. Well across the way there were some military Korean boys sitting at a table. One of them looked like he was waving at me, so I waved back at him. Well I learned a valuable lesson that night. In Korea if you wave someone over with your palms turned upward, it's like waving an animal over. So to politely wave someone over, it's like waving goodbye here. So these military guys came over and had a few beers they were sitting too close for comfort. 


After that we had some nicer looking Korean guys come over and say, "Hello, we are having a bachelor party, we were wondering if you guys would come over and join us." We didn't want to be rude of course, and there was free booze involved. We joined them and we were all talking. One of the guys started hitting on me. He wasn't actually not that bad looking, but as he was flirting with me, he had his other hand on the inner-thigh of his buddy, who was a man. So I was like, "I'm really confused. You like me, but it looks like you may be gay?" He said, "Oh no, no, he's just my friend." I did not hook up with that guy. I don't think I'll ever get his hand on the guy's inner thigh image out of my head and him thinking, "that's totally normal. All men do that with their friends." This has created such a complex within in me that every Korean guy I have dated and even my husband, I have made them promise never to touch their friends in any of the ways that I have listed above. Of course my husband is so proud and he is always like, "Korean men don't do that, you are making this up." I would swear this on a Bible and I have witnesses to boot!!


Okay so back to Korean men...finally, right? Just kidding, I know not everyone cares so much about Korean men. I just happened to catch the yellow fever and couldn't shake it. 


Alright, on one of my previous posts, I had met a very hot bar tending Korean man with big muscles and nice hair. I swear he must have took so much time getting ready and so much gel every morning or night getting ready. He got my number and we had planned a date. That Sunday, I went to Seoul, to meet Aaron, the bartender.  We went to an Italian place. This  was a cute little dollhouse-looking place. He only ordered chicken breast and I ordered a huge plate of pasta. I was like seriously, you are not going to eat pasta? He said he couldn't. He works out three hours a day. He said Korean women said he was fat. I said,  "Well, Korean women are bitches, because you look good. I just want you to know that I am never going to be as skinny as Korean women and I hope you are okay with that, because I enjoy eating whatever I want, but if YOU want to work out for three hours that’s fine with me." That’s about all we did that day was lunch and talk, but we were going to meet again soon.  


I wasn't sure if I really liked him or I just liked that I had a cute almost Korean boyfriend and I could be like "Hey look at my boyfriend...he's so hot." But I was going to try to make this work. Plus, there wasn't really anything else going on with me at the time. 

P.S. I got permission to use his picture...see what I mean with the hair...lol

Next time, I will move on to how I accidentally started dating two Korean men at once. 

First impression of Korea: English Village pt.1

I know if you are like me, and you are still reading this blog, you are sick and tired of me not getting to point at hand, which is extreme craziness that happened during my travels and how I met my Korean husband already. Please try to hang in there. Sometimes I have to start at the beginning to really figure where I'm going. I promise next week will be a bit more entertaining.


So before I went to Korea, I was still obsessed with Japan. I made this deal with myself that I would sign on for one year and if I hated it, it was only a year. I remember before I took a job, they do phone interviews once the recruitment agency accepts you. This one job in Daegu that I was thinking about, the person that did the interview was very rude and one of their questions was, "Why did you graduate from University in 4 1/2 years instead of 4?" I was like, "Well I took summers off usually, so it took me that long." I'm sorry but why does it even matter as to how long it took me to graduate, as long as I have my degree? They asked a couple more questions along the same lines. As if I wasn't down enough just being unemployed at the time... What pissed me off even more is when I learned that the foreign staff, most of which have been there less than a year, is usually who the Korean director has do the interview. I know because I've done a couple myself my third year. But then another School called me called "English Village" 


English Village in like a camp that provide short-term English immersion for mostly middle school students. It is designed for them to improve their English and become aware of the Anglo-American culture. So for Korean parents, instead of sending their children to study abroad, they can send them to this place and they can learn what it's like to be in a foreign country and speak only English. All the teachers there are native English speakers. Although I had my doubts about a few of them. People always, "Well how can you teach Korean students, if you don't know Korean?" The answer is I had an Korean co-teacher who could obviously speak Korean, and they were only supposed to speak English. They could speak Korean for clarification only. Honestly, though I had my doubts that some of them could speak English.


 English Village is like no other place on earth. Usually whole schools in Gyeonggi province would come for a week and stay in "Hotels" with a house parent to make sure they didn't sneak out at night. 


A typical week at English Village would be the teachers would pick the students in their homeroom class up in the morning. They would have several classes throughout the day. These classes included, (at least when I was there): Movie Making, Advertising, Drama, Music, Art, Science, and Cooking. Each night they would have a special activity like playing a game, or watching a movie, or having a dance party. In Homeroom, they would go to special fake places built around campus. We had a fake police station, bank, clinic, post office, and airport terminal. The students would have to memorize dialogue that they would use at such places. Like purchasing a plane ticket or going to the doctor. The students would have role play with these such dialogues that the teachers mostly invented or found. So when whomever interviewed me about this place, and I first heard about it, I immediately accepted and turned down the other rude ass place. Plus, I made more money at this place.

Speaking of money, when I first got to Korea, the Korean won was a little bit higher than the dollar. I got paid in Korean won. I literally saved like $1400 a month, because I had no car payment, and no rent. I only spent my money on food and beverages, shopping, and the occasional taxi ride. When I got to English Village, I didn't even pay for my utilities for the first couple of months. I got a free TV, DVD player, microwave, and internet all year. For the first couple of months, I even had free air-conditioning and gas. After I moved to Seoul later on, I really didn't know how amazing I had it in English Village. That, however is how Korea works. They will provide a lot more for you if you live in BFE, as opposed to Seoul, because everyone wants to work in Seoul and not right across the border from North Korea or in some place where it takes more than an hour to get to Seoul. 


Before I left for Korea, I started to read all the information I could on it. I had just taught fifth grade at that time, so I was pretty familiar with the Korean War and all that it entailed. I also learned that the Koreans and the Japanese do not like each other, because the Japanese had occupied Korea prior to WWII approximately 1910-1945 and had raped their women and tortured them. They did human experiments on the Koreans. That is one way that the Japanese have developed some of their medical knowledge. So at that time, I was like, "Okay...note to self, don't talk about how much you loved Japan to the Koreans. As I traveled more I found that there are many many countries that hate Japan for their occupations in their country.  


A lot of people ask me how my father felt about me moving to Korea to teach English. He was actually okay with it. I have to give you a little background. My dad is one of those overly protectives. He didn't let me do a lot of things and go out with friends when I was younger. I'm still kind of bitter about some of those things, but in hindsight, he probably saved me from getting into trouble. When I got to high school, he eased up a little, but to give you a few examples: When I was in high school, he would not let me drive my car an hour and a half to Nashville. When I was applying for college, I had thought about going to UT Knoxville. My father told me he would basically disown me if I went there, so I had to go to Tennessee Tech which only 30 minutes from his house. When I was at Tech, I had an opportunity to go to Brazil to live for the summer. I practically had to throw a screaming fit and threaten to have my mother sign the consent form, and she would've because they are divorced and hate each other....he finally gave in an signed. Once I started to work and pay my own way, I started to travel more. I had already been to Spain and Italy on one spring break, which he was against initially, but then when I graduated, he actually gave me the money to go back to Europe as a graduation present. I was kind of shocked by that. My father knew I had had a terrible year teaching and he wanted me to do what made me happy. 


Okay, so I made up my mind, had my dad sit down and talked to him about it. He drove me to the airport. I remember. I was anxious and nervous and I almost missed my flight from San Francisco because the huge airport was so confusing and my flights were so close together arriving and departing. They had to hold the plane and I was running so fast with my stupid heavy laptop. I was the last one on the plane, but I made it. I remember thinking, this is it. I have no idea what is going to happen with my life now.


I have to tell you that the weekend before I left to go to Korea, I went white water rafting with my church. I thought that is what gave me tonsilitus when I first got to Korea, but later found out that it was just Korea. I would later get it about ten times. I got every single time that I arrived back in that country due to pollution, I think. It worked out being okay every time, because in Korea. I could have a doctor's visit, a shot, get examined and medicated for $10. I'm not exaggerating. I almost fell over the first time I discovered this because just before I left the states, I had to pay a $30 co-pay (this did not pay for any of my meds) with "good" insurance, just to get someone to examine my foot. 


When I got to Korea, there was a little man waiting outside the gates with a sign with my name on it. He spoke no English. We had to use body language. I got into his cab van with all my luggage. He pointed at a bunch of things on the way to English Village. I just nodded and smiled. I have no clue about anything he was talking about except the word, "Seoul".


My first impression of English Village was, "This is a pretty surreal place."  It is way out in the country, in the North part of South Korea, across the river from North Korea. Along the interstate on the way there called the "Ja-uro."  They have guarded barbed wired fences and guard posts set up all along the river. It is very close to the DMZ. 

Before you get to the entrance, you will see a life size Hollywood sign that says, "English Village" at the entrance, but then it also has an exact replica of Stonehenge. You walk in and it is literally a little village. You will find some security guards at the entrance, and of course the fake airport terminal. Past the airport terminal is a gym, with a soccer field and a pool. You walk through these castle doors and you find a few "Western" restaurants. They had a gift shop, a convenient store (that was way overpriced), a Mongolian restaurant, a book store, a restaurant that was fast food called, "Meister", across from that was sub sandwich shop, and a coffee shop (my favorite place), then there was a bakery, then you had an UK style pub (where lots of residents spent most of their time). Above all the restaurants was where all the teachers lived. We live in these very colonial style looking apartment buildings with little fake mailboxes out front and everything. The building where all named after planets. My building's name was Jupiter. They also had teachers apartments above all the restaurants. Down below that, there was a huge Theater. English Village doesn't just employ teachers, they also employ what they call "Edutainers", which are actors who write words, music, and star in plays in which they teach "one day visitors" English. We also had a talent show at the end of every week and this is where all the students who participated would perform.  In the Theater is where we also had movie night, and game nights with the students. Surrounding the theater were all the classroom buildings and also all of the fake places like the bank and the clinic and such. There was also an Italian restuarant somewhere in the mix there. Although, there was actually a real bank there, where all of us foreigners went to withdrawal our money from the ATM and also send money home to our countries. Beyond that there is a building called City Hall. This is where all the Admin. works and where we all would clock in. If you walk on through you will see an outdoor Amphitheater, and then the Hotels where the students stay. It also has a huge fountain somewhere in the middle and a trolley on tracks with a conductor.


Now that I've given you an idea of what this place looks like, I feel I should tell you this place is extremely popular among Koreans, particularly famous Korean actors and pop stars.  They were always shooting commercials, modeling, or shooting videos and TV shows on site. I guess, because it looks like it's not actually in Korea. It was very cool, but also kind of stressful sometimes because when your students would see these famous people (and of course I didn't who  half of them were at the time), they would go bat-shit over them and there was no controlling them. 


When I first got there, I met my head teachers, Dean and Aaron.  I will have to go into more gory detail about all the people I lived with thereand all the crazy things we experienced  in my next post. (thank goodness, I'm not using anyone's real name, please no one sue and also all the people I'm going to really go in gory, entertaining detail about never ever read this and don't ever assume I'm talking about you, even if you are so paranoid that I am)  Congratulations if you got through this one. :)

P.S. Just because someone was a ridiculous lunatic years ago, doesn't mean they still are. I totally understand that, but I need to use you for my story for who (and I'm not talking about you) you were then...There I think I've covered all my bases...hopefully?

Why I went to Korea: Seattle and Japan

You may find these adventures a tad boring compared to my last post. I couldn't really include it in the whole meeting my husband saga because there are no Korean men in this one. Yesterday I was just thinking about what I should write about and I thought I might give you some history to understand why I went to Korea in the first place.

Before I came to Korea, I had worked as a fifth grade teacher near Nashville. It was a great learning experience yet the most stressful year of my life. I'm sure I'll get to that whole terrible story later, but basically I resigned my position there after the first year because my principal was a complete dick. I was thinking of trying to get another job in the Nashville area, but my whole year teaching, I had worked double shifts at The Macaroni Grille in Opry Mills on the weekends, so I could take a trip to Japan that summer and also go to my friend Lainey's Wedding in Chicago.

I had previously traveled to Spain, Brazil, Italy, Paris, and Hungary....so as you could see, I caught the travel bug. I had planned on going to Japan during my spring break, but I had talked one of my good friends, Kaeya, into going with me and then her credit card got declined. She then changed her mind and said she couldn't afford to go with me. I didn't own a credit card at that time, so she had to pay me back. Well then looking at tickets they had become overly expensive, so I decided to just go and visit my good friend Dabny in Seattle. Her husband was in Iraq at the time and she hadn't been there long, so she was excited to have some company.

Seattle was really great. Dabney knew how much I had wanted to go to Japan, so she decorated her guest room with oriental decor and she had bought me some fresh flowers. What was sad is that it was my first year teaching, so right before spring break, one of my lovely students, (for like the 10th time that year) had given me a terrible virus or really bad cold. So, I was coughing, sneezing, I had a fever. Also, to top it off, there were storms so bad that my flight got delayed in Nashville, which then made me miss my flight from Atlanta to Seattle. There were some I think Braves games going on in Atlanta and the airline could not put me up in a hotel, so there were tons of people sleeping in the Atlanta airport that night. So I was just stuck there. I had met some friends from different places in the U.S. and I remember it was St. Patrick's day. So, we went to one of the airport bars and had some green beer. But then I had to try to sleep sitting upright and barely being able to breathe. I thought I was going to die. And needless to say, I really hate Atlanta airport now and I always dread having layovers there.

But finally, in Seattle in my beautifully decorated room. Dabny took care of me. She loaded me up on medicine and let me sleep the whole next day. Then the day after that, she and I took a bus to Seattle. We went to see the ferries. I was really big on "Grey's Anatomy" at that time and the love story of how Dereck tells Meredith of his love for ferries and of course the story takes place in Seattle, so we had to go there. We went to the fish market and Dabney and I bought these hand knitted hats. We had Seattle's Best coffee. We talked of College and her marriage and how hard it was for her to be alone in Tacoma, with her husband gone. I sadly wondered at that time if I would ever get married. We also went to see the Space Needle and we were going to go the Mt. Rainier, but of course, the time that I decide to visit, it is flooded and someone has died there, so they had shut it down. I met with Dabny's friends. She had a whole community of military wives. A lot of their husbands were stationed overseas, so they leaned on each other. They did each other's hair, went to each other for advice and they went running together. It secretly made me want to be a military wife. It was a great trip and I had so much fun with my lovely friend Dabny.

So then I saved Japan for the week after the school year was over that summer. You have no idea how Japan themed I became that year. I was watching Japanese movies. I had especially owned and watched "Memoirs of a Geisha" and "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" as well as some others many times that year. I was a geisha for Halloween. I mean obsessed. I went to visit my friends Lorena and Garrett. Garrett was also in the Air force. I began to wonder how I'd managed to have so many military wives as friends.When I had talked to Lorena on the phone beforehand she was like, "Okay Jess, I don't think that Japan is going to be like the old Japan you've been reading about, so I hope you are not let down when you get here." And she was right, especially since I they lived in Okinawa. Which is sort of like Hawaii. It's the island right off Japan and the military base there takes up about half of it. There is still some Japanese culture there, but it is pretty Americanized. It was like I flew for 14 hours to go to a tropical part of America.

 Lorena and I caught up and talked about high school. We went to visit the amazing botanical gardens. I was still pretty religious at that time and I had had a hard year, but I was sort of seeing this guy back in Nashville. I had told Lorena at that time that I was still a virgin. She told me later that she just wanted to tell me to go out and have sex even though we were all Christians. I was almost 24 at the time. Lorena and I went to get our nails done and the Japanese are amazing nail artists. They painted Kanji and japanese flowers on my toes. The Kanji they painted meant "Beautiful".

Side story: When I got back to TN, I noticed a guy that I worked with at The Mac Grille had the same Japanese Characters on his shoulder. I was like, "Oh your tattoo means beautiful." He looked at me and said, "shhhh". I was like, "OOOkay..". Later, he came up and said, "Jessica, does my tattoo really mean beautiful?" I told him the story of my nails, and how I wasn't fluent in Japanese, but I'm pretty sure. He was like okay that's good. What the hell? Who get's a tattoo and doesn't do research to see what it means first??

Okay back to my story. Lorena and I went to the I think largest aquarium in the world and when we got to the sharks and whale, Lorena started freaking out. She has this weird phobia of fish in tanks. As if  even if the tank busted those things could come after her. They swim, so therefore they need water and I they cannot breath oxygen. This phobia makes no sense to me.

We also went on a tour to this school, where all the teachers and students had committed suicide right after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the atomic bomb of Hiroshima. Their motto was they would rather take their own lives than let the enemy take it. So they all went into this big cave and took their lives. Really sad and then they made this one of the biggest tourist attractions on the island. I felt kind of like you feel when you visit Vietnam or watch the movie "Roots," like really ashamed of your ancestors.

Also there was boy in Okinawa that I was interested in. We'll call him Denton. He was really cute. Again with the military wife thing...He was a boy from Texas and very Christian. He also had big muscles, which didn't hurt anything. I was still pretty shy at the time, trying to be modest and I wasn't there very long, so I didn't let him know. We played ultimate frisbee and I had a little daydream about him, thinking oh wouldn't it be nice if he asked me out and we got married and I moved to Okinawa? I came back to Okinawa again that fall and I had told Lorena and Garrett about my crush and they were like well Denton is not here this time. We know you are disappointed but he is doing heart surgery in Mongolia...oh yeah that makes him so much less attractive right?

Side Note: I think it's really awesome that I can tell you these stupid little thoughts I had about men in my past now that I'm married and it doesn't matter anymore.



When I left Okinawa, I had a very long layover in Tokyo. So I still got to see some real Japanese culture and I walked around different parts of Tokyo careful not to get lost and make my way back to the train. I went to museums and parks and I had some street food. I stayed in the microscopic little hotel room. When I was on the train, I seemed to the be the only white person on that part of the train. These two drunken old Japanese men came stumbling on and they were trying to talk to me in Japanese. I had listened to some language cds before I came but the only thing I could remember to say to them was "Wacati mas sin", which means "I don't speak." So after me saying that, that prompted them to say, "Oh you speak"...seriously these people were as bad as Americans. ha. If people say they don't speak English that doesn't mean you should start telling them your life story louder, they will understand. So since they were drunk and old I just looked at them and smiled as they talked to me or about me, whichever.

I remember coming back to the states and telling all my friends how much I loved Japan and I wanted to go back instead of teaching in Nashville again. They were all like, "go." I thought and do what? Wait tables? I don't think so. So I started thinking about it and I remember one of my Korean friends in University had told me, "Hey, you should come to Korea and teach English." Korea never really appealed to me though, so I didn't really think much about it. But now then I was like well surely they need English teachers all over the world or at least in countries where it's not their native language, right? So my first thought was, "I want to live in Spain!!"

I loved Spain. It's my favorite country. But I quickly found out that European countries want British English and most require a Celta. I found out later, I probably could have went there and taught English, "under the table", but then I'd still have to pay for my plane ticket and my cost of living. I needed a job. I had little money left. So I found this Korean website online and they contacted me immediately with 2-3 different interviews. I found that Korea was my best choice because they pay for your airfare and they provide you with free room and board. I also made as much money as I did here teaching plus the exchange rate was amazing then, because it was before the recession, so I actually made more. Plus, I didn't have a car or gas to pay for so I wound up saving like $1400 every month. It was an amazing deal.

So I thought to myself, "It's just a year, and anything has got to be better than the teaching year I just had."

How I met my husband Part 1: How I came to find Korean men attractive

I must warn you this will be a long story, It will take several posts, kind of like that show "How I Met Your Mother", except eventually I will get to the part where I meet him. This is not really a travel story, well it sort of is.... but it seems to be the question for the moment so I'll tell you about it. I will tell you the extended version that is, because all the juicy stuff is on my way to finding him. For those of you who don't know me, my husband is Korean and I met him there in Korea. I taught English there for 3 years.


I'll begin with my attraction for Korean men. I like to say I caught yellow fever and it just wouldn't go away. When I first moved to Korea I did not find Asian men attractive at all! I thought they were all skinny and short and I had heard other rumors about certain body parts and I didn't want to go there.


Well for the record, I was sort of shocked when I actually got there because a lot of Koreans are really tall. I have a theory about this, (this may actually be fact and not just my theory). Before the Korean war and after they were really poor and they didn't get the proper nutrition, but this country is literally one of the most progressive countries ever. They have come so far so quickly. So once they had proper nutrition like milk and meat, they became normal sized and some of them really tall.


Other great things that I found in Korea was the bullet train, which is a super fast subway that will get you from the top of Korea to the bottom is 3 hours. Obama and/or Arnold Schwarzenegger actually visited Korea to talk about putting one of those in California. I think they should put one in all the states!


Another thing is Internet in Korea is the fastest in the world. Their public transportation is the most efficient and the cheapest in the world. Literally you can go from one side of Seoul to the other for like a dollar. I almost fell over when I went to London and costed like 7-14 pounds to do that. Also shopping is so awesome and cheap.


 Koreans take whatever is on the runway, make an almost exact replica and sell it on the streets for really cheap. It's awesome. The only bad thing is the material is really cheap, but it's not going to be in style long anyway, so who cares, right? And the shoes are amazing and cheap too, but  literally one time I bought a pair of shoes (loved them) and I was half way home and one of them just fell completely apart, so I had to hop/walk barefoot on the disgusting sidewalks of Seoul til I got home. From then on I kept an extra pair of shoes in my  fake Louis Vuitton purse.


There are millions of amazing things about Korea and I won't spend this whole post telling you about them. I'll leave something for my later posts. But I'll mention one more thing and that is Korean food! People ask me about Korean food a lot. Korean cuisine is largely based upon rice, vegetables, and meats. Traditional Korean meals are noted for the number of side dishes (banchan) that accompany steam-cooked short-grain rice. Kimchi is served often, sometimes at every meal. Commonly used ingredients include sesame, doenjang (fermented bean paste), soy sauce, salt, garlic, ginger, pepper  flakes and gochujang (fermented red chili paste). One of the favorites for foreigners is Korean barbecue (galbi). The meat is deliciously marinated and grilled then pair with any or all side dishes  inside a lettuce wrap. Delicious!


So basically it's really healthy and they think kimchi is amazing. Some have claimed it can cure cancer. It has been proven to burn calories. They eat it with everything and it's really smelly. Before I had been in Korea for six months, I couldn't stand it and it made me sick to smell it. I gained so much weight because I wouldn't touch Korean food. I would eat at McDonald's or go out for pizza, and even though the pizza was a little weird, because it had sweet potato in the crust. I would rather have that. I can't really contribute all of my weight gain to my diet and big part of it was also the amount of alcohol I consumed. 


The first week I was in Korea I was drunk four nights out of seven. I thought, "Wow, I'm off to a great start." There is a drink they make in Korea called Soju. It takes like a cross between vodka and rubbing alcohol. It is customarily consumed neat, but there is no way I can consume it without mixing it with coke or juice or something.  It is deadly, (and by deadly, I mean it will get you in major trouble. Although I'm sure if you drink enough you could die of alcohol poisoning) and it will give the worst hangover of your life. 


Another thing about drinking in Korea is they have a whole other culture about drinking. In America, it is not okay to fraternize. A manager or supervisor is not supposed to go drinking with their employees. In Korea, it is mandatory. If you supervisor says, "Let's go drinking." You must go. If not I'm not sure if they would fire you, because I have always gone, but I'm sure it's really frowned upon. I'm not sure which way is better, but I tend to go with American culture on this one. I think there are boundaries when it comes to co-workers. For example, when I was teaching adults, I had a student who told me he got drunk with his boss and inappropriately told his boss everything he was doing wrong with his life, so he was afraid to go to work the next day. Thank goodness, it never did, but that is exactly the situation I would get myself into if I drank with my superiors too much. But the first Korean boyfriend I had and I will get to him soonish, would actually break dates with me to go drinking with his supervisor, because he "had to". 


Okay, back to Korean men. Before I started to even notice Korean men, I decided to try some Western men when I first got to Korea. I first was really into this guy named Niles. I liked him mostly because he was a musician and I was just looking for some fun. One night, we all went out to town nearby to where we lived in Korea called Ilsan. We were all drinking and talking and after everyone was really drunk I started making out with Niles. We made out the whole night, but we were so drunk that I pretty much had to carry him home. So I was just going to put him in his bed and go back to my apartment, when he pulled me onto his bed and was like no, don't go. I didn't really want to have sex with him, but I was so drunk that I just was like, "whatever." Well the alcohol was my friend that night because he couldn't get it up. Also, from where I was standing through blurry vision, he didn't look very pleasing even if he was excited, if you know what I mean. 


Niles wound up being a real jerk to me afterwards. He wouldn't talk to me or even look at me after his "embarrassing incident." Then I found out really quickly that he and a couple of other guys were like the "Village Bicycles" who tried to get with every new girl who came to the village. I even got really drunk one night and confronted him. He said we could be friends and he just felt awkward. After about six months or so later, Niles apologized to me and said he was sorry for EVERYTHING. I was hurt at the time, but in hind sight, I am so happy nothing ever happened between us. 


Then I dated this British guy for a little bit. I met him out in Hongdae, which is a part of Seoul where the most dance clubs are located. I was actually trying to make Niles jealous at the time, because he had moved on to the next new girl and I was going to show him. Anyway I had some drinks with this British guy named Henry Swords or something really British. We went out a couple of times, but discovered we weren't really compatible. 


Technically, I had a couple of experiences with Korean men before I was officially only attracted to them. One night, Maisie, Clio, Micah, and I were going out for sushi. That is all we were going to do. We were going out for sushi. I was the only one who had to work in the morning, so the rest of them were not worried at all about getting back anytime soon. We decided to go to this German bar in Ilsan. This bar had beer bongs and we were all having a good time and drinking. There was a Philippino band there playing. There were also all kinds of Korean businessmen there. One in particular was not so bad looking. He was actually pretty good looking and very tall and had on a suit. That never hurts. He was eyeing me. So being the wonderfully outgoing people my friends were they decided that we were going to go over and have drinks with these businessmen and dance with them. I quickly discovered the hot one didn't speak any English at all. At that time, I spoke no Korean. We did dance some and to my embarrassment, Micah tried to teach him the words "Motor boat" and how to do that. I think I did smack him hard for that. 


Then we all decided to go to a Karaoke bar. In Korea, these are called Noraebangs. We were all singing. I made out with the Korean guy, but he had no idea how to kiss. Then he got up and sang a song that was only in Korean, but he inserted my name into it. I have no idea what else he was saying but every so often he would say, "Jeshika, blah, blah, blah." He begged me to go with him, but I practically had to pry myself away from him. He gave me his business card and that was the last time I saw him. Clio said I should have given him a chance and I was like yeah and what would we talk about? I just wasn't that into him. 


So I was single for a while and then I went to the Philippines. That's a whole other story. I had a ridiculous time there and I have no idea what happened, but after that, it was like someone flipped a switch in my brain. I suddenly found Korean men attractive and I started to find Korean food delicious. I craved it. 


The beginning of the end was one night. It was my friend Analyse's birthday. We all went out to this Mexi/American restaurant called "On The Border".Anyway, it’s terribly expensive and not nearly as good as any Mexican restaurant you would eat at in America, but I suppose, us foreigners felt a sense of comfort from eating there.

We decided to try out a bar called “Ho Bar X.” Ho Bar is a chain of bars in Hongdae. There are literally ten of them there. We liked it because the drinks were pretty cheap. On our way to Hongdae that night, Clio had informed us that she had been learning some Korean phrases from the Korean teachers she worked with. It was Clio, me, Analyse, and Maisie in the cab. So Clio taught us the Korean pick up line. It is “Shiganesoyo.” That means: Do you have time for me? So Clio set up a dare and the dare was that each of us had to find a Korean guy to try this out on.

As we made our way into Ho Bar, Analyse found a table of British boys and were chumming them up. I was drunk by this time and feeling really randy. I looked over and at the bar, I saw a very attractive Korean bartender. I was shocked. I hadn’t seen a Korean that I thought, “man he is so hot,”  until this guy. He was wearing a superman shirt and he had big muscles. I went over to him and said, can you make me a drink? He was like okay. Then I said, “shiganesoyo.” He said, “yeah!” So I flirted with him a bit, but then I went back to my British boys.

We decided to go to another bar, but as I was leaving, the bartender caught me by the arm and said, “Where are you going, you’re so cute.” So I gave him my number and said okay we can go out sometime then. I soon grew tired of the British boys and wanted to go home. I thought a lot about the bartender. We texted a few times but , he worked six days a week and he only wanted to sleep on Sundays.


P.S. The bartender is not my husband...stay tuned for next week's post to find out what happened with him. :)

Lost and Replaced...Passport and trip to Taiwan

Have you ever lost something? I used to lose things all the time and it was never a big deal until it was something really important. Always mostly I lose my keys and I find them after searching frantically. This story is about losing my passport. This was one of the worst moments of my life as a traveler.


So I have trouble thinking of ways to start writing and I promised myself I was going to do this thing, and by thing I mean blog. To come up with ideas I found this website with 80 journal prompts. The question I read today was: Have you ever lost something that couldn't be replaced?


This question prompted me to remember the time that I went to Taiwan with my best friends at the time: Maisie and Clio. This story takes place in March 2008. We were all working together in Korea at a place called "English Village" at the time in Korea teaching English. We had a three day weekend, so we figured we had to go out of the country. We literally made up our minds to go somewhere a couple of days before we went, picked the cheapest plane ticket to anywhere that all of us had never been, purchased the tickets, and packed to go. 


A month before we took our trip was Chinese New Year and two of the guys I worked with had been to Taiwan at that time and they told us we should check out this place at the bottom called "Green Island." I was just happy to be going to another country, so I let Clio plan everything. 


On our way to the airport, Maisie realized that she forgot her passport and her underwear, so we had to call our good friend, Micah, and have him go into her apartment and pick out some underwear for her. (Which I'm sure, he didn't mind at all) and get her passport and meet us at the gate. We were afraid we weren't going to get to the airport on time after that, so we were really stressed. Missing planes was nothing new for Maisie and I since the month before I messed up the time and and we missed our flight to the Philippines. Don't worry, we still made it there. 

On the way there it was nice to bond. Clio and I had a very deep conversation. I was telling her all about my very Christian college life and how I wouldn’t even kiss a guy and only give them side hugs. She was amazed and astonished.  I remember telling her I didn’t think I was a Christian anymore, because I wasn’t a virgin anymore and she thought that was absolutely ridiculous. For me I was involved in a kind of Christian culture that you couldn’t be lukewarm. You were either hot or cold. So sex before marriage to me was a very horrid sin that automatically took away your Christianity. 

When we got to Taipai, I remember us talking about how it looked so much like Korea. There were Neon signs everywhere and it was a big city. The only difference was everything was in Chinese instead of Korean. I remember getting there pretty late and the girls and I were alternating between singing Beyonce's "Irreplaceable" and Britney Spear's "You want a piece of me". I remember laughing at Maisie because she didn't know the words and made up her own. 


We went to a internet cafe first to send a few emails. In Korea these centers where you go to pay to use a computer are called PC Bangs. Then we decided to stay at the YMCA. We decided we had a little time to see a couple more things before the night was over so we went to the 101 building by subway and took a cab there. For those of you that don't know, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taipei_101 this link can tell you all about the 101 building. It was basically the tallest building in the world until 2010 when they built a taller one in Dubai. So we take a cab there and we notice the taxi driver is chewing this tobacco. It is red, so it looks like his mouth is bleeding. 


When we get to the building, we realize it is closed so we get the taxi driver to take a picture of us in front of it. This guy did not speak English, so just by getting him to realize we wanted him to take a picture, we were doing good, but when we looked at the picture later, we discovered no one would even be able to tell where we were because he only got a picture of our faces. So that was great.


That night after going to the building, we went to check out the huge night market on the street. I bought this nice looking, really shiny, cute bag for $10. I was very excited about. It looked expensive, but about a week later the thing fell apart. You get what you pay for, I guess. 


We went to a street restaurant and had some delicious "steak."? I hope that's what we were eating...I know in China, they eat monkey brains and cats and everything, but I'm not sure about Taiwan. It was pretty good, whatever it was. Although, that night I had food poisoning, but the other two girls were fine. 

In the morning we were going to the train station to take a train from the top of Taiwan to the bottom and take a train to “Green Island.” The train ride was 6 hours long. I finished my book, “My Horizontal Life” by Chelsea Handler.  Thank goodness Clio brought another book : “Something Borrowed” by  Emily Giffin. So we switched. Clio read the Chelsea one and said, “This girl is such a whore, but it’s funny.” Both books were great. Any time we had left on the train we were of course gossiping about all the people we worked and lived with at English Village.

When we got to the loading dock of the ferry. We bought our tickets and then we were hungry and then we loaded ourselves up on “Taiwanese snacks” chips, candy and soda.  I had never ridden on this kind of ferry. Clio told me she was probably going to be sick and I hadn't even thought about being sick. But when we started moving I got green really fast. The ships was like that ship ride at the fair. It swooshed steeply from one side to the other constantly. Thankfully they had throw-up bags everywhere and I definitely used a couple and had to lie down. I hated myself for filling myself full of the snacks.  Clio was really sick as well but she was handling it way better than me. Maisie, on the other hand, was in the seat in front of us reading a freaking book about Benjamin Franklin. Unbelievable!

I was trying to get over my sickness on our way to the hotel. We were anxious to get to the beach. The thing about “Green Island” is that everyone that lives there looks like they have been punched in the mouth and gotten all their teeth knocked out. They chew this tobacco that stains their mouths red. I think it’s called Areca nut, but don’t quote me on that.  We quickly realized that not coming during “tourist season” meant that we were pretty much alone on the island except for the natives and of course, my debit card did not work there, so I wound up having to borrow money from Clio.

First, we got set up in our hotel. They gave us scooters, and tried to teach us how to drive them without speaking any English, but on my first try I got the brake and the gas mixed up somehow. I ran into a bush, went flying into the air and broke the mirror. Clio and Maisie were just laughing at me. So we decided to not do the scooters. We instead rented a car for later. We asked the front desk person where the beach was and she said we could walk there. On our way to the beach, there was a huge cow in the road. Clio is afraid of animals anyway so she started freaking out and I was afraid she was going to freak the cow out. Somehow, we made it past. Then we passed a prison very close to our hotel.  That’s not scary at all!!  Then when we got to the beach, we realized it was not white and sandy. No, this “beach” was molten volcanic rock. Our hopes of tanning and swimming  were out.

We went back and took the car to the only restaurant on the island. It was the best tuna sashimi ever, though. We were the only ones there. We wrote our names on the wall. The tuna that we ate was caught by the owner about ten minutes before we got there. It was sliced in front of us and absolutely delicious.  After dinner, we decided to drive around the island, but didn’t get very far at all and our car broke down. We had to wait for the hotel owners to come and fix the car.

When they had fixed our car, we took the car to the other side of the island to the natural hot springs and it was really nice to be the only ones there. The springs felt like a hot tub. I loved it. We all talked about our experiences with men and I remember saying I would never date a guy unless he were pretty. Clio and Maisie said they had dated their fair share of ugly men. Maisie joked that she liked her men big and dumb.  Then we went back to gossiping about the crazy people at English Village.  We found out it took about 30 minutes to drive around the whole island.

The next day, we went snorkeling. The guy at the hotel took us to put on our wet suits first. Then we got our snorkels on and Clio was telling us a story of her crazy, at that time boyfriend, Micah, who made her swim with the sharks and people could see them in the tank. Clio was just swimming slowly out of her mind, while Micah was doing all kind of acrobatic type movements in a shark tank.

When we first got into the water, the guide gave us food to feed the fish. Clio about freaked out because hoards of fish just attack you. But once we got going, it was one of the most beautiful and amazing experiences of my life. The fish were gorgeous and exotic.  I would have snorkeled all day if I could. Then we drove around the island in the daytime and talked of how any of us could live in such a secluded place. Maisie said she could, but Clio and I said we needed more people and more excitement and amenities. It was a truly beautiful island. We shopped a  bit. That night we saw a Karaoke bar, so we decided to go. The people that owned the bar were some of the most unfortunate-looking  people, with their missing teeth and red mouths, but their children were so adorable.

We sang any English song that was on the menu and we drank beer with the natives. It was all very surreal.

We we left, I bought Dramamine for the ferry and was fine on the way back. The train ride wasn't so long with us talking a lot. When we got back to Taipei, we saw an amazing street play with Chinese characters and the story was all in Chinese, but  we felt really lucky to get to see it. We couldn't stay very long. We had to make our way back to the airport. I’ll always remember that trip as a time when the three of us became closer friends. We are still close friends today. 

Here's where the passport part comes in: When we got back to Korea, we almost didn't make the bus back to English Village, so we took the bus from the airport and and then we took a taxi to the bus to EV. Well, I guess pulling out my wallet I must have pulled out my passport and I was in such a hurry, When I tried to put it back in my purse, it must have fallen back out. 

I was so depressed that I had lost my passport, mostly because I had stamps in there from Brazil, Spain, Italy, Japan, the Philippines, and Taiwan. The worst part was the taxi driver called and said he was going to send it back to me, and he never did. After a couple of weeks of depression and realizing I wasn't getting it back, I finally had to suck it up and go get another passport.