Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – Sal

Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – Sal

12.21.02 9:59AM
I missed writing yesterday. It was another one of those things that I thought about it at six o’clock in the morning, lying in bed, and realized it just wasn’t going to happen. Tony had managed to get one of his students into bed with him and it was quite buy noisy. The kind of quiet that you get when you are making sounds but don’t want the sounds to be heard necessarily. At least if you are not an exhibitionist. On the other hand, if you are then those little noises everyone in the room can’t help but be quite aware of. I was thinking it might be fun to write while they are in bed, and in fact, even though it is getting later in the morning, and we need to leave for Japan in less than eight hours, they are still in bed. Tony says it is like a game with these Korean women. They say no all night long, and you say yes, and eventually they give in. It sounds more like a chess match then making love. If that is what it can be referred to. I think it is really more like making the sex. Tony is by far the most sexual predator I have ever met. He is always finding these girls, one, two, three at a time, and bringing them back to his apartment, or a bathroom, or anywhere they have a couple of feet of space and making the sex. That is what just simply amazed me about him. The fact that he was able to just have sex with any of these girls and not feel cheap or look at them the same way. And in fact you would have to ask him his opinion on the woman, because from my perspective it is really very confusing. I am not sure what to do right now. I started a little fictional story that would be good to go with what is happening on my trip, but I don’t know if now is the time, or the format to start writing it again. I was sitting in a coffee shop last time, this time I am at Tony’s computer back at his house. Let me read it really quick and I will get back with you.

It is funny what I wrote then, and what is happening now. I said that Sal loved little cute girls, and how he was always finding a way to get them into bed with him, and how that concept was so foreign to me. Well right now it is morning. The morning we are leaving for Japan. Sal has just listen to the little girl in his be say “No” for the last time, and in fact it was getting a little annoying for me too. He is up making a pot of coffee now, or shall I say he is making a French Press cup of coffee. I have never seen one of those before. He just got the dryer to work, so the pants we started washing yesterday are finally going to be dried.
I want to get back for a moment that there is a girl lying in Sal’s bed, and that there is not one lying on my sofa. Like I said earlier, Sal has always been someone of a connoisseur of fine women. All shapes and sizes, colors, breeds, you name it, he is like a little bunny rabbit, hoppin’ on these little bunnies like that. I don’t want to sound like a chauvinist, and that might be a little hard when writing about the topic, so I am going to sound however I sound, and you are going to have to make your judgments on your own. I’ve really just never understood how he does it. He has no problem taking a girl and moving from the hanging out stage right into the lets get into bed stage. He is so loose, so free, and so very open minded.
He has really been upset with these Korean girls. He says they aren’t as easy as the American girls. He says you can slip into bed with them, and they will sit there and moan and cry but then say moan, but then he stops because she just said no, but then what she really meant was yes. He says that it is all some game that they play with their conscience, so that they don’t feel guilty in the morning. But he says it is eerily reminiscent of rape. Not that it is rape, and that he is holding these girls down and forcing them into anything. They just lie there in his bed saying no. I have heard it from this strange guy at a coffee shop also. I believe his exact words were, “Korean girls are fucked.” It sounds like I have been in coffee shops all to often. Not that I have really been drinking any coffee. It makes me pee.
Enough about these Korean girls, and the fact that they have some cultural issues to overcome. I think that I might need a little work in those same areas. I have always wondered what was better, the fact that Sal has too much sex, or the fact that I don’t have any at all. I guess there are a few men that would argue the fact that there is no such thing as too much sex. And really I think I am going to argue the fact that there is such a thing as too little sex. Here it has been almost, two years, and for all practical purposes, over two years. In many ways I have given my life to God. And I don’t think he, and I use the term He lightly, would appreciate me out prostituting this body that I’ve been given. Shall we call it a loaner. In fact Sal and I had this argument the other day. If there is a God, and if he doesn’t want us to just have sex for procreation, then why did he make it so damn enjoyable? That one I just don’t have an answer for.
Sal is packing up the chess pieces. We are planning a one hundred game tournament, or the first person to reach fifty games. He is winning right now, six to five, but we have a rematch game to play that he has to start with a piece down. It is long and complicated, and I am going to get into it. We were playing a game yesterday that I was ahead in points when he had to go to work. But just by one piece and a pawn. So just to be sporting, we are going to play a rematch game for twice the points. Very interesting is our chess relationship. We have been playing religiously for about two years now. He started out better than me. But over the past few years I went a little frantic with it and studied and practiced on the internet. So now we have both reached this kind of plateau where it is difficult to learn more than we already know. We are basically to lazy monsters who try to get by along the easiest path possible. For right now we will say the path of least resistance.
Sal just went out for Bulgogi. Bulgogi for breakfast. He left me in the apartment with the little Korean girl, she is so cute. Cute little Ilene. She is one of Sal’s students at the English Academy. We spent the day yesterday wandering around Korea, looking at the palaces. I made a sketch of one with pastels. It was colorful and messy. She was getting cold, and when you are able to communicate with a cute little Korean girl, the drawing really seems irrelevant.
Sal is back with the food. Time to eat.

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