just so y’all know- this is an edited post. i’m just sharing the story. the other parts were largely mean-spirited ranting by me. i want this story to stand alone.
i had a lot of heartbreak that year, 2012. so much so, that by 2013, i decided to not meet anyone for anything other than strictly platonic friendship for 6+ months. this was the first of my 2012 heartbreaks, but i then had, arguably, the best years of my life in korea after~ there’s a lot that from this that resonates so strongly with me now.
this reminds me of that time, when i was dating this awesome, sweet, and successful slightly older woman back in seoul. she is well-traveled, multi-lingual, creative, and seemingly straightforward. well, i being the bright-eyed lezzie noob, thought it was dating but it turns out it was just “date-mates” or whatever the fuck? i was seriously, jumpin’ out of my shoes, over the moon for her. everyone, including her, could see my fuckin’ heart eyes from a mile away. one night, we both end up at the same club, say “hi”. i go out a little later to get some air and talk with a friend and see this awesome lady, who came after me first ironically enough, making out with someone else on the roof of her car for the world to see. naturally, i was crushed. i texted her later about how much fun she looked like she was having. she posted a boohoo regretful public apology the next day. and that was the end of that. i never spoke to her again.