We were due to meet at 3pm in the Queen St mall Friday afternoon, this was our second attempt at a date, the first was a week earlier in the same spot, but she was late and didn’t reply to my text. I gave her ten minutes and then bailed, she messaged ten minutes later, but I was already far away so I cancelled. I wouldn’t normally have been quite so impatient but she had set the frame pretty tight by setting that time for 4.30 and telling me she had to leave at 5.30. Her being 20-30 minutes late didn’t leave much time for a decent seduction and being all on her terms I thought better to postpone and retain some value. But to be honest I was a bit tired and it was a good excuse to flake, she sent me apologetic texts with reasons why she had been held back. I just said “it’s no problem” and changed the subject when she bought it up.
At exactly 3, I’m very punctual, I walked to our meeting point outside Oasis juice bar and there she was waiting for me on the seat, good I have trained her to be punctual. There was a seat next to her so I sat down and leaned back making her turn and face me.
“So, how was your day?” I ask
“Good. I have just been at school.”
I look at her with piercing eyes. “So studious. I thought you were meant to be here on holidays enjoying yourself.” I tease with a smile.
“Yes, but I want to do well in my English course.”
“How was your day?” She asks.
“Nice, I finished my work just before lunch and came into the city to grab something to eat and then headed over to Southbank, just walking and listening to my music, looking at the trees and the river, watching the people. Then I walked all the way to the other bridge and over to the University, then back through the botanical gardens in time to meet you.”
“Wow!” She says in typical Asian fashion.
“Was it far?”
“It took a couple hours, but I walked slowly and chatted to a few people on my way.” Hinting I met some other girls, which was of course true.
“Come on, lets go and get a coffee or tea.” I say as I stand up and motion for her to do the same.
“OK, where are we going?”
“Just here to Milano’s.” I say as I point to the café at the top of the Queen St mall. “I like it because it’s very open and public and I don’t know you very well. I need to make sure you are not one of those crazy girls.” I say with a cheeky grin
“You think I’m crazy?” She asks with a smile.
“Maybe. So, how’s school?” I ask snipping the thread.
“Yes, good. Sorry I was late last week. My teacher was advancing me to the next level in my English class.”
“Ahh so you get to move up a level with all the good English speakers.”
“Yes, this is important to me.”
We get to the café ad I choose a table and pull her chair out for her, I’m such a gentleman.
I look around the mall trying not to jump into conversation to quickly or seek rapport, the waitress comes over and we order drinks.
“So, it’s a been a week since we first met, I have forgotten most of the things you told me about you. I know you are Korean and you name is … I know you are 28, oh no I don’t, you wouldn’t tell me, I remember now.”
“Yes. I heard it was not polite to ask a girls age.”
“Yes, I am not polite, I am a bad man, like a caveman.”
“You don’t know what this is?”
She sakes her head.
“I’ll Google it for you.” I pick up my phone and image search showing her a picture of captain caveman.
“Ah.” She laughs.
“Yes, I just like eating steak and hunting. I’m not very polite.” I say with a smile.
“I can hunt, I am strong.”
“Really?” I ask leaning over and squeezing her bicep. I’m surprised how firm it is.
“Fuck, you really are strong. You go to the gym?”
“No, it’s just natural.”
“OK are your legs strong too.” I say given strong eye contact.
“Yes.” She replies giving me a green light so I reach over and squeeze her thigh.
“Not bad, but I don’t think you are strong enough for hunting. I think you better leave the hunting to the men and you can stay by the cave and chat with all the other women and make caveman food.” She shakes her head in mock indignation.
“So tell me what your life is like in Korea, you work in finance no?”
“Ok, I don’t know why I thought if finance.” It was most likely another daygame approach, they tend to blur, I don’t mention that to her.
“And you work for a company?”
“Yes, a big company.”
“In their marketing department?”
“Yes, we sell enterprise software.”
“Ok, you deal with clients?”
“Not so much.”
“So you work at trade fairs, help with adverting and branding?”
“OK, I get it.”
“I studied marketing many years ago. I don’t really like it. I know it’s effective and I use it in my business, but I think it is such crap, branding and product differentiation, it’s just all part of the addiction to consume culture, I find it so meaningless.”
“What is your business?” She asks.
“Here, it’s easier if I show you.” I pull out my phone and show her my website and products I sell.
“And you live in Seoul? With your husband and your dog?” I tease.
“Yes I live in Seoul with my dog, but no husband, just boyfriend.”
“Ok, I imagine a little dog you can carry around in your handbag.” Ignoring the boyfriend.
“No, it’s a big dog.”
“Really, show me a photo.”
She gets outs her phone and scrolls though her photos. I notice one of her with bare legs.
“Here show me that one.” I say as I click on it.
“You have nice legs. It’s hard for me to see them through your jeans.” I say as I prod her thigh and she blushes.
“Show me your dog.” I change the subject.
She shows me photos of her dog.
“Cool, he has nice legs too, nice and furry, cute, even cuter than yours.” I tease.
“So you have a little apartment and a big dog.”
“No, I have a big apartment.”
“Really, why, how can you afford a big apartment, is your boyfriend rich?”
“No, he doesn’t live with me.”
“OK, your parents are rich, you are a spoilt little rich girl and your daddy rents you a big apartment?”
“Sort of, but no, I pay for my apartment, it is on the outskirts of the city, so it’s not that expensive.”
“So you live here in Brisbane?” She asks. I sense she is checking my logistics and feel this might be a good sign.
“No, I’m just here for a couple weeks. I used to live just over the bridge there in West End, I was there for a couple years and really liked it, but it was time to move.”
“Why did you move if you liked it?”
“I get bored very easily, I’m like a shark I need to keep moving or I die, that’s why I’m single.” I smile and give her rapist eyes.
“The fact that I was there for two years means I loved it. I also changed my business so I wasn’t needed as much and now I can travel. I’m staying with my friend for two weeks, then with family in Sunshine Coast for a week then Poland for two months.”
“Wow, good job you have. I want to do something like that, I want to start a business where I have passive income.”
“Yeah, I’ve had this business for a long time now. I was very dedicated in the beginning working very long hours, I loved it, I had a real passion to build a big business and be rich, but as I started to see some success, I realised more time rather than more money was going to make me happier, so I scaled things down, delegated my tasks and stopped working as much.”
“Wow, you are so lucky.”
“Yes I am. I am a rich man. Rich in time, but not money.” I smile.
“What sort of a man do you like?” I say as I lean in and then back away.
“Tell me three things you like in a man and then I will tell you what I like in a woman.”
“OK.” She says seeming genuinely excited by the way the conversation is going.
“I like a man to be courageous.”
“Like a caveman.”
“Yes, but polite, good manners, a good heart, smart, and a good sense of humour, oh and have a good job, or at least be capable, be able to achieve whatever he puts his mind to.”
“Wow, that’s quite a list. I don’t think I have any of those. I run the other way as soon as there is a fight, I’m very selfish, not good heart, not very smart, not a good job. You should just leave now, not even finish your coffee.”
“OK, you, what do you like in a woman?”
“I like a woman that smiles a lot and has a good sense of humour, that’s one. Two, I like a girl with really nice hair.” She grabs her hair and checks it out.
“Oh no, my hair is terrible.”
“Let me check.” I say as grab it and inspect it. “Oh no, it’s all dry and has split ends, we can never get married.” I throw her her back at her.
“What’s three?” She asks.
“Well, I have only just met you. Three is a bit personal. Are you shy? Can I talk to you about sex without you getting all nervous?”
“Yes.” She said encouragingly.
“No. I’m not telling you, it’s too soon.”
“Are you wearing contact lenses?” I change the topic.
“Let me look.” I say to make the excuse to gaze into her eyes for a bit a try and build some sexual tension.
“Let’s go somewhere else.” I say as I stand up and lead her.
“Ok, where are we going?”
“To a bar very close that has a pool on the roof and is very cool.”
We find seats at Next hotel pool bar and she orders a drink. I’m thinking things are going well and the lucky girl might even be an invitation to my apartment after this drink.
“So, tell me your guilty pleasure.”
“Guilty pleasure?” She asks
“Yes, something that you love but feel a bit guilty doing, like eating chocolate.”
“Ah.” She chuckles. “Gambling. I love to gamble at the casino.”
“Oh no. I knew you were a bit crazy under all that serious exterior. Tell me, why do you love to gamble, how does it make you feel.”
“I just like it, the thrill of winning – or losing.” She smiles.
“You said before you wanted to live in Australia. Why?” I challenge
“It’s a very nice city. I like Korea, but it feels more free here.”
“Yes, it’s good to be free. You need to find yourself a nice Australian man. Maybe there are some here.” I say as I motion my eyes around the room. “You might find a very brave and polite man. Is it ok if he’s a bit fat? That man looks very brave.”
She laughs but doesn’t say much so I decide to pull back the attention and watch the big screen, the Commonwealth games are on and dancing gymnasts are performing so I watch that and ignore her for a bit. She starts asking a few chit chat questions so I answer, all pretty boring.
“Sorry, the gymnasts are distracting me, I love their style and grace, and sexy bodies of course.” I say poking her leg to give her a bit of a pull against the push.
“My boyfriend in Korea is an athlete and he said when he went to the games all the athletes really like sex.”
This is a good sign, I think.
“Yes. I have heard this about the Olympics, that in the Olympic village.”
“They use many condoms.” She finishes my sentence.
Another good sign.
“Yes. It must be all the testosterone they produce from exercising so much. On a scale of 1 to 10 what is your sex drive like.”
“Mmmm, maybe a 7, she says.”
“I like girls who are 8 and above.” I say with a smile. “That was the third thing I like about a girl. I can tell you now since we know each other better now.”
“What about you. What are you?” She asks
“I’m about a 7, so like my girl to be higher than me.”
I decide to push the sexual frame and then probe logistics.
“What is the part of your body you find most sexy?”
She pauses a bit then answers. “My legs.”
“OK, I like your legs too, they are almost as nice as your dogs.”
“You?” She asks.
“Same, I like my legs too.”
“What are your plans tonight?” I ask
“I have to meet my friend in about 20 minutes.” She says looking at her watch.
Well there goes my escalation plan.
“OK, well let’s make a move. I have to head home too before I head out.” I lie.
In the elevator I look at her.
“What?” She says with a big smile.
I move in and put my lips close to hers. She turns her head but I stay there for a few seconds, she smiles and I back away, but she grabs me as I back away, which I take as a good sign. We get to the street and I give her a hug and say goodbye.