Amanda Takes Off...

Had a date with Good Man last night. I wanted Mexican food, so we went to Casa Loca in Apgujeong. Date sort of started out as a disaster, but we had a good time anyway.

I was cute. I was wearing a little black and white polka dot dress with my 3-inch strappy heels/sandals. Lucky me, Good Man is taller than me by a good amount, so I can wear 3-inch heels. I had worn the same outfit to work except at work we switch into indoor shoes. So at work I was wearing flip flops and Wonder Woman socks. Wonder Woman yells, "Driver! Stop the car!" on these socks. Rock on Wonder Woman.

Now, I showed up at the wrong subway station, despite the fact that Good Man had very clearly told me a different station in English and Korean Wednesday night as well as via text message yesterday. I conveniently ignored the second half of "Gangnam..." thinking "I know Gangnam, what's he worried about?" And I was so proud of myself because I got there early.

"Um. Amanda. Not Gangnam... Gangnamgu Office."

So...half an hour later I got there and we started walking in one direction. Then we weren't sure if we'd gone in the right direction, so we turned around. My feet were hurting from my cute shoes. (Usually the cute shoes aren't too bad, but I haven't worn them in a while and the newer parts of town use many bricks for their sidewalks, so it's almost like walking on cobblestone.)

I finally threw my huge bag at him (I'd come straight from work) and said, "You're carrying this." Which he did, no problem.

(Last week Master told me Korean men just want to be with women, even if they're shopping. "Korean men are like that." I said, "Korean men are like this," and threw the same bag at him. He did exactly what I wanted him to do; he happily strutted around his apartment with my bag while his wife and I laughed at him.)

We headed on the opposite direction and didn't find what we wanted. I went over to the newspaper/cigarettes/candy/Coke/shoe seller and bought some house shoes. I wear the same brand and style of shoes at school, and my socks were in my bag. So I took off the cute strappy sandals and put on my Wonder Woman socks. And house shoes.

Only I can rock an adorable dress with house shoes and Wonder Woman socks. On a date. Because I am a movie star, after all.

Eventually, we turned around again and walked much further in the original direction and found the restaurant. The food was great, good Mexican but really clean. Not greasy, no lard...it was very fresh tasting. They grow their own food on site! Fabulous!

A few weird things happened at dinner. A few weeks ago I met a French-Canadian on the subway. I thought I had made it clear to him a few weeks ago, after he'd asked me out, that I wasn't interested in him. He'd left me alone for about a week then texted me a July 4th greeting, which I ignored. Well last night he called I texted back, "I am on a date with my boyfriend. Busy."

He answered, "How long's he been your boyfriend? Do I have a chance?"

No. Now please go away. (I ignored him.)

I went to the bathroom at one point. Another woman followed me in there and my stall had no toilet paper but I could hear that her stall did. So I waited. I looked out the window and realized that I could see a man peeing in the men's bathroom two floors down in the building next door. Interesting.

Then I heard the woman shove her finger down her throat and puke. When she came out of the stall she was surprised to see me there. She had toilet paper stuck to her shoe and said, "Oh, great, I'm leaving a trail."

I had no idea how to respond. I was going to ask her if she was OK, as if I thought she was really sick, but I figured that if she had honestly been sick, she would have said something like, "Oh, bad fish" or something. Her behavior indicated—to me, at least—that she did it on purpose, so I didn't say anything except, "Yeah, I hate it when paper sticks to your shoe..."

Then we walked all over tarnation trying to find ice cream. At this point I had to take off the socks because Wonder Woman kept crawling off of my heels. We eventually found ice cream but by the end of the night I had a huge blister. Good Man was really apologetic. I told him he walks too much. Next date, I'm not walking more than a mile.

On the way home I ran into my friend PK. Actually, I didn't see him until he waved his hand in front of my face because I was fiddling with my iPod. We sat down, had a drink, and bitched about exes. He complained about exes that cheat. I complained about Peter Pan exes who seem to forgot they broke up with you and won't go away.

All in all, a great night.