I remember it perfectly, because it’s seared in my brain like a slab of Korean barbecue. BingoBongo*, my casual makeout buddy/boyfriend-in-all-but-name of three months, was telling me that he didn’t want to date me. We were in Apgujeong, a ritzy Seoul neighborhood where I had just Continue reading →
Many moons ago I was a writer for a lifestyle and culture website giving out love advice. Women would send me their tear-jerking letters and in the beginning, I would tell them what any sane, cold robotic genius standing safely within her ivory tower would Continue reading →
We’ve all been there. After a month’s worth of blissful dates, tender kisses and hazy, hung-over brunches — poof — the person you thought you were dating vanishes. It seems to always happen innocently enough. Perhaps there was a vacation and promise to call upon Continue reading →