"The Return of the Tysons Corner Mall Girl"

So with all this running I've done (I did ten miles last night), my body is sore....but my libido is going as strong as ever.

Now, when I last spoke with the Tysons Corner Mall Girl, she said tearfully to me, as I gently ended it with her, that it was good that I was not there....for otherwise she would lose her reserve and make love with me. 

This memory surfaced in my head this morning.  And so I found myself calling her.  If you all recall, Tysons Corner Mall Girl was the one who kept waking me up on the night of Valentine's Day by stroking my face while I slept.  Now, with me having broken up with Ms. Virgin, I can see the TCM Girl without worrying about two-timing. 

So tomorrow night, we will meet...maybe at her place.

Damn hormones.  It seems the better shape I'm in....the more I wanna bang.  So I'd better stop training for ten-mile races after this one is over.

Oh, btw, guess who I think I saw at Cafe' Asia in Arlington, VA last week.  Yep, good ol' meanbean78. Haha.  Hurry up and get married to the half-Chinese dude, chick.  And best wishes.

Rhythm is everything in boxing. Every move you make starts with your heart, and that's in rhythm or you're in trouble."

—Ray Robinson

                "Rhythm in Running"

No one knew boxing better than Sugar Ray Robinson in the 1950s, perhaps the greatest pound-for-pound fighter ever.  Roy Jones, Jr. was himself very rhythmic in how he fought in the 1990s, treating each boxing match like it was a hip-hop dance.

So can Robinson's quote about rhythm apply to running as well?

The Cherry Blossom Ten-Miler is approaching.  And my training has gone okay.  I've done everything from fast three-mile runs to slower eight-mile runs.  But at times it seems to be such a chore.

So I figure, maybe I just haven't learned to truly get into the rhythm of running.  Maybe I don't treat it enough like a DANCE, the way Ray Robinson did in boxing.  Maybe if I DID become more rhythmic, almost dance-like, I could really improve my running so that I can kick some serious *ss.

I run approximately an 8.5 minute mile when I do ten-mile races.  My goal is to break an 8-minute mile pace.  Maybe this is just what I need to push me onto the mountaintop?

"And crossing the finish line now at the 2008 Cherry Blossom Ten-Mile Race is......BFK, hip-hop artist!"  haha.

                     "A Drama-Free Life???  No Thanks!"

I often get myself into drama....and sometimes it is the kind of drama that seriously affects my personal life and, at times, even my professional career.

Once I get into this kind of drama, I swear off drama for the rest of my life.  I promise myself that I will just go about my life, taking care of my responsibilities in my personal as well as my professional life and just playing it low-key, always being below everyone's radar.  In other words, I resolve to be Mr. Conservative, though some might label it Mr. Boring.  And after several months of this, I can't stand the boredom.

So then I find myself stirring up something (subsconsciously) to make my personal and professional life more exciting.  It's kind of like those Asian-American kids from the movie, Better Luck Tomorrow, who are straight A students....but who are sooo bored with their strait-laced lives that they eventually resort to illegal activities and eventually become gangsters.  Needless to say, this brings much harm to them and to others later.  Another movie to describe what I am feeling would be Dangerous Liaisons, or its re-make, Cruel Intentions, whereby two step-siblings (in the latter movie) decide to f*ck - both literally and figuratively - other people as some sort of game in order to escape boredom.  Of course this brings destruction, and even death, to some of the parties.

Yes, dynamite is a terrible toy for which one should entertain himself; it will likely cause harm to both the bored man....and to those close by him.  (And obviously I refer to "dynamite" in a figurative manner since I would never play with it literally.)

But then again.....after weeks, months, or even years of no drama go by.....and one has led a drama-free life and has lived a safe, conservative life, albeit perhaps a boring one, one oftentimes finds himself getting back into it again.

Only, he shouldn't be surprised when there's an explosion.

UPDATE:  Bored BFK just set himself up a date with a 24 year-old girl he met at church.  Just WHY would he get himself involved in this new drama with everything going on in his life?????

The day that I celebrate St. Patrick's Day........

......is the day all Americans celebrate King Sejong Day.  I am neither Irish nor am I Catholic.

I am a Protestant Korean-American.

And damn proud of it.

Of course I will likely grab a drink or two today...but not to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.  I do that most days anyway.

            "Sex Scandals:  Spitzer, Hypocrisy, and BFK"

So with the recent announcement that corruption-fighting NY Governor Eliot Spitzer had been involved with a prostitution ring, there have understandably been cries of hypocrisy.  It all sort of reminds us of President Clinton, the Reverend Jimmy Swaggart, and that married Senator who got caught propositioning a male police officer in the bathroom.  It was about SEX SCANDAL.  But to me, it's about more than that....to me, it's about HYPOCRISY, something I fear the most.

I don't want to ride the fence between morality and immorality to avoid appearing the hypocrite, but I still cannot commit to being this completely moral Christian guy who demands that others be moral also.  I could so easily be involved in sex scandal.  Maybe that's why I try to present myself as the worst of human beings on this blog, with an overfondness for banging the female gender.

If word got out on Xanga that BFK slept with a girl of ill repute.....people would go, "Is anyone surprised?  Look how much he likes sex!  Hell, read his blog!"  So maybe it's a defense mechanism on my part that, in the past, I would write about how I went on a date with a girl and then banged her.   I want you to all know I'm a human.  Plus I'm a 'ho dog.

And now that I am trying to be this good Christian, I have yet to really post about being moral and such, encouraging others to follow certain behavior guidelines....because I know that at a moment's weakness, I could find myself being naughty and entering the Big Forest (well, with girls these days, it's more like the Bare Canyon) like an overly curious turtle.

So what to do to prevent appearing the hypocrite?  Do I tell everyone I meet for the first time, "Hi, my name is <BFK's name>, and even though I am a Christian, I like sex with girls; I also like alcohol; sometimes I like them both at the same time!" to protect myself in case I DO get caught in a sex scandal?  Bad as that is, at least I wouldn't appear as bad as someone like a married pastor or church official posting up Bible verses all the time but who then gets caught banging a chick.  Because even more than getting caught doing something sinful I really fear appearing to be a hypocrite who was stands on his moral pedestal when he got caught.

But I am realizing that that is not good either.  I should live the most moral life I can.  I should encourage others to do so also.  But it's hard when I know that I of all people am the LAST person in this world to demand that everyone be moral and upright.

This past Saturday, I had attended a friend's birthday dinner.  I drank a LOT and thus had to crash at a friend's place rather than drive home.  Through my alcohol-induced state of mind, I dreamed the following dream:

                 "My Hopefully Not Foreboding Dream"

I was with my Bible study members from church, and we were going to the ski slopes to go snowboarding.

I brought along Ms. Virgin, the girl I've been kind of seeing, to show her off....as my new girl.  She, of course, didn't just blend into the small group crowd (Korean-American groups in church being what they are where it takes time, and a lot of luck, to be accepted into the group) but all thought she was a nice enough girl who was incredibly attractive (which she is in real life).  How proud I was to call her my girl.  My future wife.

Well, this was a unique ski resort....because instead of skiing, the only activity at this resort was swimming.  The resort was divided up into several large rooms, and in each room was a large swimming pool with a high-level diving board, and in some rooms, a waterfall.  If you were good enough, you could actually surf from one room to another, surfing on SOMETHING, be it water or electric currents.....or some sort of FORCE.  I was the one person who could do this successfully.

Then I found out that another girl was visiting the ski resort.....some of you who know me well know about whom I am talking because I dated her in real life.  In real life, her beginning story with me was here, here, and here.  Even though I didn't write about in detail, it continued when she visited me in April of 2006.  It continued into October 2006 when I went to Korea to see her.  And I saw her for the last time in May of 2007 when I visited Japan and Korea.  You, my readers, should know about who I am talking.....she goes by the initials, "SY."

So, as I was saying, SY visited the ski resort.  And she was looking as beautiful as ever.  And as she was making her way around the resort, I called out to her, "Hi, honey."  I said it while with my small group members.  My other girl, Ms. Virgin, was not around at the time.  But the members of my Bible study group heard me say it to SY.  And how I proud I was to be able to say this to her.  It meant I was someone very special to her, and vice-versa.

Then it occurred to me, "Holy crap!  My small group members will know that I like TWO girls.  My reputation will be ruined!"

Later, we were leaving the resort.  My small group members and Ms. Virgin had boarded their cars and were driving home.  I stayed behind with the excuse that I was going to attend a class within the resort itself.

I surfed, again, on water or electric currents....or some FORCE, from one room to the next.  Then I surfed to the last room, which had a large swimming pool like the others but which was one of the rare ones to have a beautiful waterfall.  It was practically a bathhouse, and the water was very clean.  As I looked at the pool, SY was in the water naked, with her back turned to me, washing her face; she had her own special way of washing her face that was so endearing.  And I knew that all I had to do was go up to her, touch her on the shoulder or back, and she would turn around and be in my arms.  Was she really there in the pool?  She most certainly was.  But the question was, would I go up to her and pull her to me?  Me, a guy already dating a great girl.

And then I woke up.  And I was going, "What the f*ck?!?"  But it was better than bawling.

And then I decided to never binge-drink beer and whiskey again.

    "At What Point Are You Allowed to See Other People?"

First of all, let me say that yes, you could be dating a slut who believes in an open relationship, in which case anything goes and you can bang someone else all you want.

But assume you are in a relationship with someone of high morals and a strong sense of commitment who believes in dating only one person.  At what point in your relationship with that person are you still allowed to "see" other people?  Let's look at the various levels:

Level 10:  You are married to her.  Basically you'd be cheating on your wife.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 9:  You are lovers with her.  Basically you're banging her while not married to her.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 8:  You are dating her but haven't slept with her but are in a committed relationship with her, which entails a lot of kissing....but no banging.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 7:  You have gone out with her for a few dinner dates.  And things must have gone okay (even though there was no physical contact) because you met her more than once.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 6:  You have gone out with her for ONE dinner date.  And things seem okay even though you (and she) have your guard up.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 5:  You and the girl know you like her and that she likes you....but you haven't gone out yet.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 4:  You like the girl but you DON'T know if she likes you.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 3.  You like the girl, but she says she just wants to be friends with you.  Is it okay to see another girl?  This would seem simple enough, but what I have learned is that if you quickly move onto another girl, the original girl (if she's a conservative Korean-American church-goer) usually gets upset.  Don't ask me why.

Level 2.  You're not dating her at all, but a common friend (usually female) says to you, "What do you think of her?"  That usually means the girl got her friend to ask you.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Level 1.  The two of you locked eyes and felt that special something.  But that's it.  Is it okay to see another girl?

Okay, is a guy in any of these situations allowed to see other girls?  And if so, where do you draw the line?  At what level?  I personally draw the line at somewhere between Levels 7 and 8.

  "Would You Marry a Catholic if you were Protestant (or vice-versa)??"

This is the growing dilemma among many of today's Korean-Americans....deciding whether to marry someone of a different faith.

But IS it a different faith?  Catholics are worshipping the same God and same Son of God as Protestants.  Right?

So while I was making out with Ms. Virgin on Saturday night, she asked me if I had any problems or concerns with her.

I said to her, "As long as you cook well, let me have my way with you every night in bed, at least five times a night, and you become Protestant, there should be no problems."  Then I proceeded to kiss her some more.

She pulled away with a concerned look on her face.  "Can't you go to your church and I go to mine?"

"Naw, baby," I said.  "You HAVE TO become Protestant.  No two ways about it.  And then we have to make love a LOT every night."  I then pulled her to me to continue kissing her.

She pulled away again and said, "I don't mind the second part.  But why are you so strict about the religion thing?"

"Look," I said, as we peered into each other's faces, "those other guys that liked you - were they all Catholic?"

"Yes.  Either that or they were willing to convert for me."

"Well, MY girl has to be Protestant.  Okay?"  Then I pulled her to me and began some heavy making out.  I am very good at distracting a girl with a deep kiss.

A good ten minutes or so later, we parted lips again.

"So I'll set up the classes at my church as soon as possible and you can convert, okay?" I said.  I was kind of needling her.

"Are you trying to scare me?" she said, staring at me.  She never knows when I'm kidding or not.

"No!  Of course not."  But maybe I actually was.  Maybe I needed an excuse so that I could have more time to think things over if I should continue to see her or not.

But there was no denying that if things proceeded the way they were, that both of our faiths would be a matter of great significance down the road.

Is religion or HOW you worship God a factor in deciding who you date or who you marry?