Wouldn'tcha Know it, just when you write him off he calls...
So after weeks of moping around my apartment, hiding in despair and seclusion because a certain guy didn't message me back and I finally feel good and get over him. In fact, I had just gotten off the phone with my mother saying just that very thing (how I was finally feeling better, was over him and ready to socialize again) when I hang up the phone and see a message from "him"(we'll call him "R" to protect his identity). 3 weeks late and he writes: "What r u doing?"
You Jerk. Now? Now you message me????
I don't believe it. What to do? After some deliberation I decide to reply, 'no reason to be impolite' so I message: "just chilling at home. U?"
"I'm at Club Foxy. Come!!"
Grrr...
Having been debating going out for a pint anyway that night (I haven't been out to the pub in many weeks) I decide to go, thinking 'I'll just have one drink and then leave. Just show up.'
It turned out to be a great night in so many ways: I was looking pretty good, was in a great, confident mood, and having a good time. Glen (his friend) was wasted, I bet him $10 to go talk to a couple of girls sitting at a table near us for 5 minuites. I could tell he really wanted to and I was just trying to help the poor guy meet some girls since I'm not interested in him and he's desperately searching for a girlfriend. "They look lonely and bored over there", I say.
"They're lonely? Really? How can you tell?"
"They're playing with their phones and staring off. I can tell. They're just waiting for someone to go over."
Bolstered by this, he accepts my challenge and is accepted. Before long the girls are leaning in and laughing and talking with him. We time him and watch and have some fun off it. He lasts 12 minuites in all, comes back and asks: "did I make it?" Knowing full well he did. I take the money out of my pocket but he says: "just buy me a drink and we'll call it even" (saving me a few thousand won).
"How'd it go?" I ask.
"I'm not into idiots."
"They're idiots? Why? What did you guys talk about?"
"that guy over there in the blue shirt." I look over to where he's pointing at a small korean guy with a baseball cap and a blue shirt sitting in the booth in the corner with some of his buddies. "One of the girls likes him. Apparently, he's hot."
So my attempt to make Glen less bitter only made him moreso. Oops. LoL. It's funny when you think about it...
So back to me and "R." I was completely prepared to just be friends with him; glad that we had another opportunity to try and just be friends. A couple hours and drinks later I see a very cute Aussie guy sitting over a table and say as much.
"Go over and talk to him." Glen says.
I made eye contact, smiled, waved. He waved back and I motioned for him to come over.
"No, I said" Leaning back confidently in my seat as I watch him get up, "I'll get him to come over here. It's much better." The guys didn't notice he was coming over because they were looking and talking to me and then the guy appeared. I was so cool at that moment! They were flabergasted. I could tell "R" was seething with jealousy.
"Hi." I smiled at the very cute aussie guy as I slipped my hand in his. "I'm Amanda."
"I'm David."
I turn to "R" and Glen and introduce them. At first, "R" was refusing to be introduced! Then he finally shakes his hand before swinging around the other way in his seat.
I look over my new friend carefully and notice he's got an amazing body. Long, lean, cut, strong, perfect. His jeans and shirt are cool and carefree, nice teeth and eyes and a very good, sweet way about him. I also realize though that he's younger than me and after a while I want to know just how much younger so I ask.
"25" he says.
'Why are they always younger?' And then he asks the question I knew would immediately follow.
"Why? How old are you?"
Inwardly I groan but answer honestly: "30". After all my birthday isn't until next week so it's still true...
He looks truely shocked and looks me over again. "I thought you were 23." God bless 'em. He suddenly glowed like an angel at that moment.
"R" couldn't take it anymore and declared he was going upstairs at that point. My new friend and I chatted for some time and despite his georgeousness I just wasn't feeling a connection -- other than the obvious physical. He was smart and cute but something was missing. That something you couldn't put your finger on and I was getting a tad bored sitting there just talking to one guy when there were so many more!
"Why don't we go upstairs to your bottle of Jack Daniels". He readily agrees. Upstairs there's a big dancefloor and it's packed with people dancing to a mix of techno and rap. On the way I run into the Irish girl I'd met before and she starts going on about how happy she is to meet another girl and how she's just been here 3 days and is already panicking a little bit. I talk with her for a bit and then meet up with my new friend and his friends which, hello, one of them is even cuter! The catch is he's completly destroyed, a bucket filled with his vomit on the floor beside him and his head in his hands. Oh, but what a head it was. Really should've taken a picture. Clean cut, short, dark hair, short beard cut just the way I like it and beautiful brown eyes that could melt the sun. Still, despite his state, he's got a big smile and is very congenial.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes for his state. "I'm a bad example of an Englishman. Englishmen are supposed to be gentlemen and I smell like sick. I'm sorry."
Inside I find it terribly amusing, his apology to a complete stranger. Perhaps it was his accent that made it go down so easy. Anyway, strangely, he actually didn't smell like sick at all. We talked for a while, I bummed a couple of cigarrets and he told me about how he didn't like his teaching job and couldn't wait to leave.
"When are you done?"
"Two months, then I'm going travelling. China, Cambodia, Vietnam." The usual tour. We talk about travelling and China. I tell him to check out the World of Suzie Wongs in Beijing.
I forget why, but I'm going downstairs again and run into these black guys we were talking to earlier downstairs. One of them asks me to dance. Why not?
He smells really great, has a fabulous body and is pretty darn cute. (I think all the cute men in Busan were at that club that night -- must've been the lunar New Year thing). We dance close, all hips and it's pretty erotic actually.
"You're so sexy." He says. "You've got a very sexy body."
"Your not so bad yourself."
"Yeah, I'm alright." He admits. Understament of the year I think as I feel his rip hard abs as my hands rest on his hips.
A song later, "You smell really good." He says. I smile. Could the night get any better? He tells me how sexy I am a few more times and kisses my cheek. It was fun, but again I want to move on, visit some more people so I thank him for the dances and as I'm about to step off the dance floor there is "R". He hands me a small piece of paper.
"I'm gonna go." He says. "this is for the coatcheck."
"No," I say, "you can't. I was just about to come find you." I take his arm and lead him toward the booth where the guys I met earlier are sitting. "Come and meet my friend." At first he protests but then he agrees and we talk and drink and smoke with them for a spell.
Some time passes and I need another drink. "Let's go downstairs and get another drink." "R" agrees and we do. Talk for a bit and then headed to McDonalds for a 4 a.m. Big Mac.
posted by Amanda @ 7:15 PM
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