I mentioned a guy I started talking to on a phone app a few posts back. He seemed really nice and genuine and handsome. I.e., too good to be true. Even in the post, before tonight’s ‘date’ I was positing to myself and the internet what was wrong with him. Of course, something had to be wrong with him. Today I had the unpleasant experience of discovering it firsthand.

So I should mention that I never once got my hopes up with him. In fact, I never do lately with guys. It just never ends well. When we started talking, I was a bit suspicious because the job he claimed he had did not match what he looked like in his pictures at all. He looked like a little hipster string bean, my ideal type, but said he was in college studying physical education or physical therapy or something sports-ish. But, who am I to judge? I don’t think the way I dress or look accurately portrays who I am and what I’m interested in all the time, so I wouldn’t want to pigeon hole someone else, especially when I have no reason not to trust them.

He asked for my phone number and started calling me. A lot. I think he called 5 or 6 times Saturday. I was kind of getting weird vibes from him because he had called so many times and also when I would call him back he would be at work or ‘hanging out alone in a pension house he had rented with his friends at a beach somewhere while they all went to buy beer.’ Actually my suspicion was that he had a girlfriend and only called me at such random times because that was the only time he had to talk to me without her overhearing. So, my suspicions were there. I said I wanted to meet him in person (no use wasting more time talking and calling someone I don’t even know if I’m going to like) and we agreed to meet today.

I got home from work, spent a half hour doing my hair and makeup and getting dressed up because even if I was getting weird vibes that could have just been a ‘cultural difference’ and he was a total babe in the two pictures I’d seen of him. We agreed to meet at Hongdae even though it takes me a SUPER LONG time to get there, but it was near his house and I hadn’t been in a while and wanted to go. So I get there like 5 minutes late and text him that I’m going to use the bathroom and ask what exit he is at. He tells me he’s at exit 8, so I walk there, kind of nervous. I hate first impressions. I tell him to wait a minute and I’m sorry I’m late but there are a million people everywhere, and he says “I’m so sorry.” I look around and don’t see him so I call him. No response. OK maybe his friend called him suddenly and it’s busy. Wait a little, call him again. No response. I keep looking around but no one who looks like his pictures is near me, although there are a lot of men. Maybe his phone died. I consider going downstairs in case he’s waiting inside the station, but I don’t want to get sweaty so I text him “Where are you? I’m at exit 8” in Korean. His response a few minutes later is “Sorry Melissa. Pic not me.” Um, what?! You just stole some other guy’s pictures and used them on a site where the point is to judge other people by their pictures and then go out with them??! What did you think was going to happen when you met someone in real life and they realized you were obviously NOT the person you were pretending to be? So I’m like “Why? I spent 1 hour coming here… Why did you lie?… Just say hello to me.” Since I already came all the way over here, why not just meet this guy even though he’s probably really hideous and strange and PSYCHO and at least get a free meal? He’s probably one of the guys I saw waiting around the exit earlier and he must have gotten nervous when he saw me and just ran away. Like, were you surprised that I actually looked like my pictures? Because that is the whole point. Or he was just standing there watching me the whole time watching me look around for him, which is creepy. He never responds so I go sit in the dog cafe and bury my face in a puppy and glare at all the couples populating the cafe. Eventually he calls me and I ignore him the first few times and finally pick up and the conversation is just him saying “Hello? Sorry…. sorry… sorry” so I say “Forget it, don’t talk to me” in Korean which made everyone in the cafe stare at me out of curiosity. I block him and then he keeps Kakao-ing me “sorry”s and “ㅠㅠ” until I tell him off on there and then block him so he has no way of contacting me ever again.

In case you skipped the whole thing just read that last paragraph. ^

Before I met him I kept saying that I would give him a chance and also the guy my friend wants to hook me up with but after that I am DONE with men. Especially Korean men. Never met an honest one in my life. The few who I think are honest were crazy. (Excluding friends’ boyfriends and Korean guys who are just my friends.) Now, well, I guess I’m going to meet this other guy since we are both attending the same social gathering. After that, I am finished. I am not even going to think about dating. I will marry someone so they can get an American visa. That will be the extent of my love life.

Like, I don’t even know what to do. I have never had this much trouble getting a boyfriend in my life, and I spent four years at a college without men. People tell me all the time that I’m pretty so I guess I look fine enough (I genuinely like everything about myself except my nose bridge) and I am a nice person and I like to think I am funny and I’m also pretty smart to boot and I have friends and hobbies and interests and I am in decent shape and I don’t have any deformities or other things that might turn some people off from initially approaching me. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, so WTF KOREA, why do you make me feel like an ugly freak who no one will ever love. ㅠ.ㅠ I can’t believe I am a 24 year old woman writing this teenage emo crap. This entry belong on a black and red themed Xanga playing a song from the first My Chemical Romance album in the background.