Oh, those cold lonely days without a job. Jan. to Feb. of 2001. But I had a ray of hope when I would get Jungmin to go have dinner with me. I knew she had a boyfriend back in NC. But I didn’t care. Heck, I had just come from a country where I had been with many a girl who had had a boyfriend. The problem was that I wasn’t in Korea anymore. And this was no longer the late 1990s. On the other hand, this girl was someone who had a future career in America, someone I knew my mother and father would approve for me, not like the native Korean girls I had dated who had made my mother fret. But if there’s two types of people with whom I could never get along they were 1) Korean-American girls and 2) UNC girls. I’ve always gotten along with native Koreans, and especially native Korean girls. But Korean-Americans are practically a whole other breed of people, as far as I’m concerned. It’s like comparing a native African with an African-American, or a Jew from Eastern Europe with a US-born Jew from the Midwest. I have a few Korean-American friends now, but back in the late 1990s to early 2000s, I found Generation X Korean-Americans to be the rudest people in the world. And as for UNC girls, they tend to have their nose up in the air like some sort of wannabe Southern aristocracy; even the ugly ones are guilty of this. Now combine these two detestable groups, and what do you get? A Korean-American UNC princess, the worst creature on this planet. Now at first, I was intrigued by Jungmin. She was pretty and could converse. But nothing really happened between her and me. And I got annoyed with her often caustic remarks. Once on a dinner date, which I paid for of course, she got a cell phone call and talked with her friend…for up to ten minutes in the parking lot. While she paced back and forth in the parking lot, with me waiting for her to finish, I could hear her saying in Korean, “Just going out to dinner with someone.” Then a pause. "Oh no, not at all." Then another pause. “Because I’m bored.” Then she repeated again as if prompted, “BECAUSE I’M BORED!” Not the most subtle person in the world. Then another time, I told her a story from when I was in Korea about a guy whom my boss had sent me to meet. I didn’t know what the guy looked like and had asked him on the phone how I would identify him out of a large crowd at a Seoul subway station. He described himself as “clean cut.” I struggled to find him as every guy I saw was “clean cut.” When I finally found him, I found he was this big fat, overweight guy and had wondered why he hadn’t just described himself as “heavy” or “big” rather than “clean cut” I told Jungmin this story while I drove her home just to make light talk. She said, “Well what about you?!” Now, I was 5’8½ and weighed about 165 lbs. then from eating good food. I wasn’t heavy or fat, but I wasn’t in-shape either. I looked at her slightly offended and said, “Well how would YOU describe yourself?” She replied, “I’m petite.” “Oh, you think so?” I said with mild sarcasm and a slight smile. In actuality, she WAS petite and voluptuous and hot….back then. But her remark did sort of offend me at that time. But karma’s a bitch. I won’t put up her current company profile up here, but let’s just say she put on some serious poundage over the years. HOG CITY!! And now let me proceed with the rest of that year of 2001…