A new one, you ask. Another one?
I will save that drama for another day, but basically my previous language partner and I broke up (haha) because his girlfriend was crazy trippin. I was angry and upset, because at the end of the day, he was a great korean teacher, and I was at such a loss when we separated. At that point, I wasn't taking classes any longer, and was now without even a weekly language exchange.
For weeks I self-studied and toyed with the idea of getting a new partner, but it just seemed like SUCH a hassle. My inbox was filled with messages from people who were seeking language partners, and again, it was extremely overwhelming having to sort through all these messages only to get new ones daily.
And then there was the nagging annoyance of whether I would risk getting another male language partner. First of all, there wasn't a guarentee that a guy was really seeking a language partner, or a girlfriend. Second of all, even if he did want to learn english, who is to say that he wouldn't have some cray cray gf waiting in the wings and I'd have a repeat of what happened last time.
On the other hand, was I really going to be petty enough to let something like that stop me from getting a quality language partner? To be honest, I wasn't initally thrilled with the people who were messaging, and even less so with the girls who were messaging me. Many of them just wanted a foreigner friend, and listed their qualifications as being a native Korean speaker.
Right, because native speakers are always qualified to teach their native language.
Finally, on monday I decided I needed to buck up and just pick one. I made lists, I threw out immediate rejects-- "I really like beer" "Let's go to a jjimjilbang together"--and had even contacted a few of them.
And then, right when I was on the verge of settling on this Vet, I get this message from this guy with an interesting english name: Jasper. His message was good & his qualifications were fine, and I was about to sort him in my top 5 candidates...when he wrote a post script:
PS. I know that some male Koreans want to have relations other than
language exchange. I tried to qualify myself by showing some of my
information though it doesn't prove a man 100%. please don't mind
it.
I mean, how could I turn that down?
We met yesterday, and I kid you not, my heart nearly burst in my chest. It was so strange to me, considering what a naturally anxious person I am, that I wasn't nervous at all prior to meeting. Juxtapose that against the first time I met my first language partner, where I was all butterflies and jitters and shakey like a small dog standing in a cool breeze heh.
I was ridiculously late, but we met at a starbucks and he came around the corner from where he was waiting for me, and it was like, a choir of angels or something began singing. We shook hands, I apologized for being so late, and he bought me a coffee.
I picked up on his british accent right away--due primarily from his study abroad--and I nearly swooned. A korean guy with a british accent. A tall korean guy from a good school with a good job with a british accent. Who loves soccer and who doesn't call it soccer but rather football like a proper british guy. And who doesn't call the subway, "subway" but rather "underground" like a proper british guy. And who throws around the word "lovely" in the same context that I do. And who has western style manners (which I miss more than I can say!).
He's like a mix of all my favorite things, and I sat there, wondering if he was real.
Like, I didn't ever think I would meet someone who, on the surface at least, fufilled all of my superficial "Ideal Guy" qualifications.
Needless to say, I was absolutely stunned.
I told him about how I felt like I was in a rut learning Korean, how things had ended previously with my old partner, and how I'm starting classes again on monday. He mentioned that he wasn't married, but that the ring on his left hand ring finger was, in fact, a couple ring. I felt a pang of disappointment, but also relief that at least he wasn't married! WHAT AM I?
He asked if we could meet twice a week, and gutton for punishment that I am, I agreed. We talked about our shared love of football, and made vague plans to go watch a match together. He saw me to the subway turn stalls, and I melted away the moment that I was beyond his gaze.
I am in so much trouble.
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