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Nightlife in Seoul Part 2- Itaewon / A Tale of Two Hills

I've heard a lot of bad things about Itaewon but I had nothing better to do on a Sunday night, so off we went. Brett, Tom, and I thought it was a lot better than we expected (Kari did not). For a Sunday it was still swarming with people.

The first thing we did was find a hookah bar, and we happened on BricX. BricX is a sick and slutty hookah joint with aptly named shots. You may find it a bit cheesy if you're a humorless cunt. They have a DJ playing high energy electro lounge music, sometimes quite loud. The décor is great, but the prices are not, so pregame heavily before coming here.

Here comes the part where I don't embellish on my stories. The nice couches were taken and half of us were seated on these backless stools like hunched over jackasses, right in front of the DJ. The placement would have been a fine for dancing, pretending to care about someone's opinion on what the US should do in the Middle East, or cunnilingus, but for a bunch of sober people trying to smoke hookah, it was way too loud.

After ten minutes of indecisiveness, I said fuck it, let's leave, and so we fucked off and walked around Itaewon until the guy who doesn't drink and the girl who didn't like anything left. The three of us remaining bought a bunch of soju and proceeded to get drunk on the porch of a pie restaurant and count black people. I stopped keeping track at zero. Also, we ate a pie- it was good, thanks for asking. Now about this pie restaurant- it's at the bottom of the most notorious hill in Itaewon. If you keep going up the road the first left is Hooker Hill. The third left is Homo Hill, and the fourth left is Pedophile Nazis and Anal Fisting Cum Swappers Hill. Just kidding, fourth hill leads to a mosque. Me and Brett decided that the right thing to do would be to go score some xannies, so we went to look for the type of people who have the highest chance of being in possession; black. No, that's not true, you're racist for thinking that.

Sharing EVE with my significant other.

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So, I've been mostly single for some time now, and just recently I started seriously seeing a girl. This is relevant because up until we became serious I never really gave much thought to explaining or defending my nightly activities of playing EVE and being on comms with friends. It's just what I do, and I'll be honest that most of the time I'm a half naked lump sitting on my office chair whose seat pad is full to the brim of fart dust. Now I'm suddenly dating someone and I find myself wondering... "Is it OK if I play EVE right now?"

This self-questioning inevitably spirals onward because why would I ever deny myself something that I enjoy because of another person. I enjoy this person, so shouldn't they enjoy that I enjoy what I enjoy? Maybe there's something she enjoys that she's not enjoying because she's worried that I wont understand her joy. Clearly, this becomes exhausting and before long I'm too tired to do much else and we do other things.

I love this girl. She's a good one. We have fun, and I don't resent her at all for the obvious disruption in my EVE schedule that's taken place. Truth is I still play, but when she goes to sleep. Nothing is lost. But what's important to me is really just getting it out there that there's something else that I spend ample time with.

So, this is easy, right? Just tell her. But if I tell her, when do I tell her? During lunch? Dinner is for talking about your day, complaining about your job and talking about spaceships, right? No, that doesn't feel right. Lunch maybe sounds better. But we both work, so lunch wont work. Maybe in the morning when we wake up and we're laying in bed. That's perfect. She's comfortable, she's rested and at 6:30 in the morning there's not much sun light coming in through the blinds to cast distracting shadows on the wall while I'm talking about spaceships. But that just might be too early, I thought.

Then I had an idea to plan a date night completely revolving around the idea of just casually bringing up EVE to her at some perfect point. I'd set the kitchen counter all nice with our plastic cutlery and paper plates that do match. I'd put on some music. She'd absolutely love her favorite dish that I'd make for dinner. I'd wash and wear my one polo shirt that I own, and then nothing says I love you and want to share spaceships with you like picking fresh flowers from your neighbor's garden.

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