Taken with an iPhone 5 while having a barbeque under a bridge in Hoechon Village with some of the Toji artists on Saturday evening.
Author - Laremy Lee
So Prem Vadiveloo and I took a little bromantic trip around Korea together last weekend.
Well, not around Korea per se; we only managed Seoul and Gyeongju.
Anyway, these are the highlights of our tour:
- In Seoul: Calling hotel reception to ask for a kettle, only to be told emphatically, “Kettle is NO!”
- In Gyeongju: Asking where to buy shampoo, only to be directed to… a dildo shop. Did they sell shampoo? No.
- In Gyeongju: Walking down the road from the dildo shop, chancing upon a place that potentially offers sex services and popping our heads in to take a look, only to be immediately told, “No!” (complete with Ultraman sign).
- In Gyeongju: Ordering bibimbap and specifically saying “채식주의자 (chaesigjuuija; vegetarian)” and “No 고기 (gogi; meat)”, only to be given bibimbap with surprise beef – raw and grilled – hiding under the egg. Repeating “chaesigjuuija” while pointing at myself and having the server remove the raw beef and dump it in Prem’s bowl. Attempting to also transfer grilled beef to Prem’s bowl, only for server to insist that I eat the grilled beef… ergo, vegetarian is No?
To clarify, the shampoo was for Prem – not me.
But all in all, a good learning experience in terms of imbibing Korean culture, Korean history, Korean beef and Korean rejection.
My column in this month’s issue of Her World is out!
Ladies, Do the Cheque Dance!
Should men pay on the first date? Should women offer to pay their share? LAREMY LEE offers a suggestion to this age-old conundrum.
I started dating again after ending a long-term relationship last year. After five months out of the game, I quickly found I had to relearn many of its rules. The first – who pays on the first date?
On hindsight, I should’ve asked around first. Unfortunately, I’m prone to adopting a ‘just do, don’t think so much’ mentality, which often leaves me in situations where I have to learn from experience.
First Date #01: Dinner with M.
The conversation flowed smoothly; M and I had quite a bit in common in terms of career decisions and personal interests.
Going well, I thought. Definitely want to see her again.
When the bill arrived, I was all set to pay. But M threw a spanner in the works, saying, “Hey, I don’t have cash – let me pay by card.”
Before my brain could process what was happening, my mouth blurted out, “Er, OK?” M gave me a squinty, sideways glance and primly placed her piece of plastic in the bill folder.
Five seconds later, it hit me like a Ferrari running a red light at Rochor Road: Oh my gosh! I wasn’t supposed to let her pay!
To read the rest of the article, get a copy of the May 2013 issue of Her World from newsstands today!