My friend Abbey & I went to the Kimchi Museum today. Um hum! Ya-a! There is, truly, such a place, and it is dedicated only to pickled cabbage and its health benefits. How very exciting!
But, even though we couldn’t contain ourselves for much longer, we decided to stop on the way to wolf down some very yummy Mexican food at a place called On the Border. (Mexican food is a rarity in Seoul, and we were passing right in front of it).
While we were perusing the menus, the waitress brought taco chips. Big ones. Still hot! I reached for the basket…and a thought came immediately to mind. Sooo. About Paco…
“Wow. Really?”, I thought. “You want to bring this up now?”
Mind over matter, it turns out, is quite easy for me. My mind won. I spaced out on Abbey…I think I still managed to churn out some convincing um hum sounds while continuing to scan the menu.
But my mind was relentless. You see, Paco & I meant something to each other once, not too long ago. We loved each other intensely for a short (ok, very short) while. We would laugh. We would sing. We would dance. We would eat. In fact, we did a lot of all of those. We would have the best of times just waiting in line somewhere together. It was just him, and just me. We talked about moving in together. But then it was maybe just a little bit too much of him, and maybe just slightly not enough of me, and we both went our separate ways.
It was a sad time. It was an angry time. It was a lonely time, for me. But time does, in fact, h-e-a-l. I’ve dated two amazing men since, one of whom I know will be in my life for years to come.
I met Paco once over my one-month vacation. Somehow, he’d heard I was in town and rang me up. He suggested we meet for lunch.
I went. We had fun! We can still talk, and we still laugh the same way at the same things. We entertained each other, and bounced witty comments off of each other.
I had a bbq to go to, so we got up to leave. He gave me a ride to the local LCBO in his jag (Or was it a ferrari? He always did love fast cars. I, on the other hand, prefer anything with a big trunk. The bigger, the better!) We parted ways. I don’t know where he went. Perhaps back to his parents’ basement, where he’s been living ever since?
Let it remain a mystery. I purchased some wine, and rushed outside to meet my ride and off we went to our evening party.
I didn’t even think twice about it. Until then, that is, as I was sitting in a restaurant, perusing a menu, and reaching for a taco. Which, incidentally, rhymes with Paco.
And so the world doth go on.
But, even though we couldn’t contain ourselves for much longer, we decided to stop on the way to wolf down some very yummy Mexican food at a place called On the Border. (Mexican food is a rarity in Seoul, and we were passing right in front of it).
While we were perusing the menus, the waitress brought taco chips. Big ones. Still hot! I reached for the basket…and a thought came immediately to mind. Sooo. About Paco…
“Wow. Really?”, I thought. “You want to bring this up now?”
Mind over matter, it turns out, is quite easy for me. My mind won. I spaced out on Abbey…I think I still managed to churn out some convincing um hum sounds while continuing to scan the menu.
But my mind was relentless. You see, Paco & I meant something to each other once, not too long ago. We loved each other intensely for a short (ok, very short) while. We would laugh. We would sing. We would dance. We would eat. In fact, we did a lot of all of those. We would have the best of times just waiting in line somewhere together. It was just him, and just me. We talked about moving in together. But then it was maybe just a little bit too much of him, and maybe just slightly not enough of me, and we both went our separate ways.
It was a sad time. It was an angry time. It was a lonely time, for me. But time does, in fact, h-e-a-l. I’ve dated two amazing men since, one of whom I know will be in my life for years to come.
I met Paco once over my one-month vacation. Somehow, he’d heard I was in town and rang me up. He suggested we meet for lunch.
I went. We had fun! We can still talk, and we still laugh the same way at the same things. We entertained each other, and bounced witty comments off of each other.
I had a bbq to go to, so we got up to leave. He gave me a ride to the local LCBO in his jag (Or was it a ferrari? He always did love fast cars. I, on the other hand, prefer anything with a big trunk. The bigger, the better!) We parted ways. I don’t know where he went. Perhaps back to his parents’ basement, where he’s been living ever since?
Let it remain a mystery. I purchased some wine, and rushed outside to meet my ride and off we went to our evening party.
I didn’t even think twice about it. Until then, that is, as I was sitting in a restaurant, perusing a menu, and reaching for a taco. Which, incidentally, rhymes with Paco.
And so the world doth go on.
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