so we finally took couples pics the other day, or at least we tried to ㅋㅋ most of them came out too dark, but here are the two best ones. if you know me, you’ll know that the second is my personal fave ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
he’s been in Singapore for a few days on a business trip but came back today, so i’m excited to see him either tonight or tomorrow. the funny thing is that even if he were in Korea, we prolly wouldn’t have been able to meet those few days anyway. it just feels longer knowing how far away he was.
i just hope that he didn’t take all the 셀카’s he sent me on 카카오톡 in the presence of his professor/boss. 셀카 addiction is real.
on Sunday, while hanging out with Gentleman, i noticed that the ends of my hair were a little dry and absent mindedly rubbed some hair oil in my hands before smoothing it over the ends of my hair. curious, he asked me what i had just put in my hair, and i told him it was hair oil. mentally gearing myself up for a lecture about black folk’s hair, he suprised me by excitedly saying it smelled really good, and that he wanted to see the bottle. i handed it to him, and he inhaled deeply, asking if he could use some. i said yes, and warned him that it might make his hair greasy, but he put it in his hair anyway.
he. loved. it. Gentleman kept smelling his hands proclaming “it smells so good!!” and rubbing more on his hands and hair. he asked me where i bought it saying that he wanted to buy some for himself, claiming that it makes his hair look amazing. through fits of laughter i told him that they don’t sell black people’s hair products here, that i stock up when i visit home or ask my family to ship them to me. Gent kept asking me if i could get him his own bottle, insisting that he’ll pay for it. i reassured him that i would get him some, that he didn’t need to worry about paying for it.
for you to properly visualize this next part, i have to give you some stats. Gent is about 183 cm [6 ft], and i’m only about 154 cm [5’1], and i wasn’t wearing heels. for the next hour, he kept bending down to my level and gently whipping his hair in my face talkin about how i needed to smell his hair and look at how good it looked. it was hilarious!! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
in the instances in my life where i’ve dated men who aren’t black, i’m always apprehensive of their reactions to cultural differences between us. in Korea, there’s two layers of cultural differences, the first one being that i’m American, and the second one being that i’m a black woman. Gent has a knack for oblitterating every pessimistic feeling of doubt that i have about everything in my life, and i’m always grateful for that. he’s definitely a good catch.
he was really tickled to death, though. next he’ll be askin to go get his hair done with me ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
sorry, Anons ㅠㅠ i kind of suck at this. i’m trynna get back in the mix, for realsies.
and now that Gentleman is in the picture, and is shocked and entertained by the fact that a bunch of people liked or commented on the post about him with his picture, i think he’ll ask about my blog and remind me not to let it get defunct in the future ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
and to those who have sent me questions, i promise to knock them out in the next week or so. even if my response isn’t very long, i assure you that i will have agonized over every little detail before submitting it ㅋㅋㅋㅋ i’m kind of a freak in that way, but please bear with me~
so, it’s been a month guys [a month and two days actually, sorry had a busy week at work], so it’s time to show you what Gentleman actually looks like. we haven’t taken any couple pics yet, so i’ll just have to show him solo.
this is the punk who has been occupying my time these days. he also insists that he wants to change his name to SG, which stands for “Silly Gentleman” ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i guess he thinks Gentleman is too boring? what do u guys think? according to him it should be that or “Alex Tank”. don’t. ask. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
last week i celebrated my first White Day in Korea, i’ve never had a boyfriend when it rolled around so i was secretly really excited. Gentleman surprised me with a box of candy, a tissue rose, a letter with little pop-up Molang’s, and his time.
he went out of his way to make time to spend White Day with me, and dude made me dinner! and it was good!~ needless to say, i’m still smitten. the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach ㅋㅋㅋ
People want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. ‘Oh, women do that’ and ‘Oh, men do that’ and the reality is that all women don’t anything. We as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. And I think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.