Chapter 53: {After Yoo-ji's Date}

<Yoo-ji's point of view, it's been a while since perspectives have changed.>

"Yoo-ji, you're beautiful, aggressive, and tough. Three things I love in a woman. But you're also insanely stubborn, self-centered, and a hell to talk to." Jamar, my 25th attempt of finding a boyfriend. This one actually lasted kinda long though, 3 weeks...

What am I kidding, I'm a 25 year old tomboy with the only good thing about me being my looks. I'll never keep a man.

You know it sucks when the only guy you can really talk to is a 17 year old boy that is essentially engaged.

That's a new low. I mean I'm a pretty easy person to get a date with. It's just some of the crap I've dealt with is ugh. Half the guys wanted a one or two nighter, of course I said no, not into getting prego from a guy I barely know. The rest of the guys I've tried dating lasted a week or two. The two longest dates I had were Jamar and Amari. Amari is that African dude I met in a competition, he was the only date I could ever actually consider an actual boyfriend. We dated like 2 months, he was cool, I was the big problem in the relationship, I was "too opinionated" apparently. The two guys I dated the longest were back to back which is funny.

I'll date pretty much any non-Korean man that seems like a decent enough guy. Sometimes I do sound like a man predator, but I mean eh, I'm a woman, I can get away with preying on foreign English speaking men.

I don't date Korean guys because I don't know who's my brother, cousin, or second cousin. Haven't seen my family in years, just I don't wanna take any chances. Especially since apparently my Grandmas AND Grandpas got around from what my mom told me.

You wouldn't date Koreans either.

I've mostly dated white dudes and asian dudes, but the black guys seem to be the ones I last the most with, from what I hear, some African American women act worse than me, no wonder they last longer, they already put up with crap much worse than I am.

"Bye Yoo-ji, hope you can find that special someone." Jamar says after staring at me awkwardly think to myself.

"Alright Jamar, bye then, never wanna see you again." I reply.

"Aight, stay acute shorty. Deuces."

"Begone."

Blew another date, another day. I'm just a gym teacher and Dae Zhae Kuaun instructor that has a lot of time on her hands. Man my life sucks.

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On the drive home I see a black Mirsaedes Bendz crashed with another car head-on.

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Jamar's car is a black Mirsaedes.

I call the paramedics.

I need to check if Jamar is in there.

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His head is absolutely puffed up. Blood coming down his head.

"Jamar! Jamar! It's Yoo-ji!" I yell for him.

He just responds with a blink. I need to get him out of there, but if he got shanked, I don't want to take any chances of him leaking out.

I check the other driver and it turns out to be some old Korean woman, she looks just as bad as Jamar, maybe worse being old all banged up like that.

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The paramedics come swiftly.

"The woman didn't make it, but the man did. Let's hope he survives surgery. Thank you for calling, you saved his life. Did you witness the crash?" The paramedic asked.

"No, he dumped me on our date and I guess he crashed. I have to go this direction too, but I stayed at the place we were at for a sec and got stopped by a light. Didn't hear it, but when I got to this point towards my destination the crash already happened and I noticed it was Jamar's car."

"Does he have any family we can contact?"

"No, he's from the States."

"Of course he is. Thank you for your time."

"Can I come with?"

"He dumped you didn't he?"

"I still wanna put it in his face that I saved his life, maybe it'll move him to give me another chance."

"Well you have a car if you wanna visit."

"Alright. I'll come visit him out of his first surgery. How long do you expect before I can visit him?"

"Probably in like 8 hours, just visit him tomorrow."

"Alright."

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The next day, the sky is gray, gloomy for September, I guess fall is rolling around, the beautiful leaves are now withered and brown, like my heart.

It's a nice Monday morning, it's Labor Day. For whatever reason Korea adopted it too, I'm not complaining, an off day is an off day.

Should I put it in Jamar's face that I saved his life? I already said I was gonna visit. I GUESS, maybe he can give me another chance? I sound desperate huh. Yeah I do.

I wanted to last at least a month, I mean I took Hyun's advice and it has k i n d a helped, but I don't know.

I should probably visit him, just as a courtesy I guess.

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At the hospital, just looking at his face is just ewwwww.

I mean man's a little ugly, but with his mug being all banged up makes it look wayyyyy worse.

"How are you jerk?" I ask him in English of course.

"Okray fevow jer, why are you hir?" as you can tell, his voice is bleh.

"Saved you're life idiot. You know what happened?"

"Ye, a blin o ledi hit me. She din stop bevor hir tir."

"Well she's dead now."

"Daen."

"Yeah. CCTV saved your butt. You'd a been a killer if not."

"Daenk you kamruhz."

"Thank me too, I was the one that called the paramedics, you'd a been dead."

"Daenk you Yoo-ji."

"Okay, I'm gone. Hope you recover."

"Kum bak. Pleez."

"Why?"

"Aim surry."

"For what?"

"Kalin you sev sentrd n har da tok to."

"Still stubborn huh?"

"Aways wiw be."

"Is that it?"

"Wiw you gime a nuda chan? Wuz jus vrustrted. Aim surry."

"Okay. When you recover. Maybe we can go on a fourth date."

"Zo in laik 8 mondz?"

"Yeah."