“So, umm you want to go back to my place?” she asked nervously. I looked at her somewhat surprised and taken back, but replied instinctively: “Yes”
I had met Mia 8 hours earlier while joining in on a language cafe in Seoul, where many young Koreans gathered to practice their English in a social setting. My reasoning for being there was actually not in the pursuit of getting laid, but for genuinely befriending local Koreans and try to fully experience their culture during my short visit in the country. However, being the only two Americans in a group of 20-30 attendants we naturally found each other. She was an English teacher and was attempting to improve her Korean. With her fair olive skin, beautiful silk-like long black hair, and brown eyes that looked at you intensely, she must have been that teacher whom the dads loved to see.