I arrived late, as I had moved rooms (as they might say in Korea) the night before, and it took longer than I had expected to get the last few things into the new space. Also, She finished early, and was not in the place I had thought she was in. And the bus didn’t come at the stop I expected it to (well, it wasn’t due for another twenty minutes!), so I had to go to another stop, via another bus, and lastly, the traffic from Suwon to Seoul was horreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeendous!

As I arrived in Seoul, Amber revealed by phone that she was in Sunleung, not Bang Bang Sageori. I was surprised. She told me, “It wasn’t a work seminar, it was a free seminar by another company, about something else.” I had to ask what it was about, too. Why are people here so unforthcoming about things, especially things of no consequence? That’s just the way they tend to be, I guess. And if you look t the bight side of it, Koreans can maintain decorum in  lot of situations where westerners might say too much. They are good at surprising you. But, it is  still funny at times. My “Hung”, the artist Eui-kwon Kim, the fantastic portraitist and illustrator used to do this.

“Hey, Carl, can you meet me tomorrow?”

Okay, Hyung-nim. “What’s up?”

“Nothing special.”

Then I get there and he has this trip planned. We pile into the car with his beautiful young wife and perfect children and he is all smiles and good news, and we arrive at a mountain top park and later we are at his house for Chuseok.

So, Amber and I had dinner in the Posco building at the Indian restaurant she was waiting at. She looked wonderful, if different, in a way.  The last two times I saw her, her hair looked (Okay, Am, Bob, Tim, I’m “Gilda” now), “Faaaaaabulouuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!” Snap! Okay, Paul, that’s gay, right?

We had good conversation. We ate like crazy, laughed, talked about us, and then went to COEX to browse a big stationary nd art store, before going home on the bus to Suwon. I cared her in my arms, on my back, and we held hands. A lovely evening after all. Thank you, Ami.

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