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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a true story that happened in 2015 while I was out in South Korea...
2015 was a good year, I was 2 years into my new job working as head of marketing for a big Financial firm in the City of London. It paid well, and they gave me the freedom to do pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. February came and I decided I needed a break - I called my friends in Leeds and said “we’re going to japan and Korea” and just like that, we left the next week. This was a semi-regular occurrence, considering a lot of our friends had moved there.
The first week in japan went by smoothly, we drank we partied but nothing crazy happened. Week 2 comes and we fly to Seoul, South Korea. This is where things get interesting.
We head on a night out, three girls, three lads, all of us from the UK. One drink turns to 8 and before you know it we’re in Hongdae at “Thursday party” - a crazy bar where all of the US ex pats hang out. There’s girls dancing on tables, American football on the TV, groups of “jocks” doing shots and chugging while their girlfriends cheer them on. The atmosphere was electric. I go to the bar to order us a round of drinks, the queue was huge. By the time I’ve ordered and turned around I can’t see my friends any more.
I went around this packed bar bumping into people and spilling drinks - I couldn’t find them anywhere. So I went outside to use my phone to call them, but my phone wouldn’t work without WiFi. I was frantically trying to get my phone to work, as I had no idea how to get to the hotel from where we were and I didn’t speak much Korean.
I hear a voice over my shoulder “lost your friends?” I turn and see a guy, about 5’8, mixed Filipino/Hawaiin/Latino, muscular as fuck - built like a brick shit house, dressed in typical American “smart casual” a shirt and trousers that looked way too big, his hair slicked back on top and buzzed short on the sides. He looked to be my age (27 at the time), but I later learned he was in his late 30’s.
Before I can answer he continues “Me too. Are you headed back to Yongsan?”
“No I’m headed to Itaewon” I tell him. He realises I’m English “Ohh you’re british. Sorry bud. I thought you were headed to the base” and as he does that he does the biggest smile, and I don’t know what it was but something told me to keep talking to him. So I asked if he had lost his friends too, and he said yeah. Explaining that it’s the weekend and it’s the only time the guys in the airforce don’t have a curfew. He tells me that he’s a lieutenant stationed out there for another year.
“I know where Itaewon is if you want me to help you find it?” He says. I give him the name and address of my hotel “Want me to help you get back there?” He asks. I’m slyly looking at his chiseled jawline and the huge chest pushing through his shirt “yeah come back for a beer if you want” I reply, and he hails a cab...
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