Sticky Apple Kisses

A little early, but tomorrow is my mad day!

Ok, so the best way to begin the story is the background to the beginning (welcome to every historians nightmare, where to begin, as every beginning was precluded by major events that allowed things to progress as they did. herrrrr)

So to begin with the most important details, I had just spent a year in Japan. I had applied for grad school in a fit of homesickness, and as my time in Japan came to a close I realized that grad school wasnt where I wanted to be in September after all. So I applied for a job in Korea, and went home to visit.

What has been neglected in that synopsis is that I lived with my then partner of 2 years in Japan, and Japan proved to be our breaker. Yet like many couples we decided to cling to what was dead and buried, or as a line from one of my fav Tori songs goes “and when we died I tried to bribe the undertaker.” Well thats what I did. I still went to Korea, and he stayed home, but we decided to try it long distance.

2 weeks into it I realized exactly what I had done. I relished my apartment to myself, I loved my freedom, and I realized I didn’t miss my ex. Who I then broke up with. This was about mid September, and though I sometimes regretted it (because once you lose someone you realize you may in fact still want them) I basically thought it was a good decision. I still loved him, but we had too much history to go back.

Flash forward one month, my ex has decided to come to Korea, and now I am confused as to if I want to be with him again or not. AND my neighbor bought a dog, which is important to the story for two reasons, one - his girlfriend told him it was her or the dog, 2, I took it.

He got it off a guy on the street, and it proceeded to die a horrible death one week later while I watched as it convulsed on the floor, took it to the vet, and was told he had canine distemper.

Now I had an ex coming to Germany, that I still loved but didn’t want to be with, and a dead dog, and so in a fit of drunk depression I cut my own hair. Short. As in I tied bandannas in it all the time to cover the hack job.

Me and Glen:

Again what does this have to do with the story? Well when new girl Krista arrived the last week of October, we (as in the teachers at school) decided to take her to a bar to celebrate her new home. I distinctly remember thinking to myself “I will only go to be social, its not like I am going to meet anybody anyway, wear that ugly brown shirt and be done with it.”

New girl Krista turned out to be AWESOME and my partner in crime the entire time in Korea. She also managed to lure 3 Germans (one who turned out to be Swiss) to our table, but still I wasnt interested. I was drinking, I was having a good time, but I wasnt thinking anything else. After all, one of them had the DORKIEST glasses ever.

Like so:

However when drunk I will flirt with anyone. And Krista was having so much fun, I decided to go down and meet them.

And then when one of them took of his glasses, I thought he was pretty cute.

And I took him home with me that night for my first ever one night stand. The next morning I bid him goodbye to hold my head and go WTF????????

And then I saw him at my bar the next week, and the next week, and the week after that, until I finally decided to make an honest man out of him and give him my email so he could at least contact me that way.

I do remember he took this picture:

and then in December he left to continue his trip around the world on motorcycle, and in particular to Siberia for Christmas (and to visit a girl he had an attachment with , however open ended it was).

But in February when he said he was in South America, and if I was bored of Asia I could join him, I said yes. And the rest as they say is history. (and like history never so neat and tidy in reality).

And last, my fav pic of us, taken after we got back together the one millionth time in Berlin. If nothing else we are not boring.

And just a little test to see if this means I go into real rank with this blog (since google took away my ranking anyway, putting pay per post code shouldn’t hurt anymore)