The Korean girl that got away

So today I'd like to talk about this

Korean girl named Yumi. Just when you were

thinking, hasn't he finished talking about

all of his past relationships yet? Nope,

I have a few more girls left that I want

to talk about, and I'm saving a really

good one right for the end because after I

finish that one, that means it's the end

of this series. There's gonna be no more

girls from the past to talk about. So it

all started back in 2010 when I met this

Japanese girl called Sayuri after Sayaka

dumped me for that white guy. I went back

on the internet and I found another

Japanese girl, and I decided to go out to

meet her in Japan in Osaka in February of

2010. I dated her for about 5 weeks and

things were going fine at the beginning,

but we had a lot of problems in the

bedroom and I started to get very

frustrated. And I ended up sleeping with

this older Korean lady who lived at the

guesthouse, the same guesthouse that I was

staying at. But there was this other

Korean girl who was also staying at the

same guesthouse called Yumi, and she was

about the same age as me. And I really

liked her. I thought she was really

attractive and cute, and every time I saw

her, my heart started racing really fast

and I'd get really excited. I used to

really look forward to seeing her in the

living room, and I remember I used to sit

in the living room waiting for her to come

home. I used to sit there, and every time

someone would enter the living room, I

would look up towards the door and see if

it was her, and I'd get really

disappointed when I found out it was

someone else. She was in Japan on the

working holiday visa, and I think she was

doing some kind of part-time job, and her

Japanese wasn't very good even though she

had passed the N2 Japanese proficiency

test. It was kind of hard to communicate

with her. I tried to make it not too

obvious that I really liked her, and I

distanced myself a bit from her because I

didn't want to make the older Korean lady

too jealous because that would jeopardize

my sexual relationship with her. Oh wait,

I didn't tell you what happened to Sayuri.

So after about 5 weeks of dating Sayuri,

the Japanese girl, she suddenly blocks me

on everything. She blocks me on Facebook,

she blocks me on Skype. I couldn't get any

replies from her, and I guess that she

found out that I was cheating on her with

the older Korean woman and that she just

deleted me. But it actually turns out that

the older Korean woman became friends with

her on Facebook just out of curiosity,

and she told me that she saw this picture

of Sayuri and this white guy. So it seems

like she also found someone else, which is

kind of strange because I thought she

broke up with me because she found out

that I was cheating, but it Seems like she

also found a new guy around the same time

that I found someone else, which sounds

kind of— it sounds kind of hard to believe

that we both found new partners around the

same time. And I started to get a bit

suspicious that the older Korean lady told

her and let her know that I was cheating

on her, but I don't think she was that

kind of person. And if the older Korean

lady was telling the truth about the photo

with the white guy, that means my first 2

Japanese girlfriends, they both left me

for white guys. Kind of sounds like I'm

making this up now, doesn't it? I wish I

was. Maybe they were just friends. Maybe

they were just 2 friends taking photos

together. Who knows? I wasn't really upset

that the relationship with Sayori had

ended. I didn't really care actually

because I thought she was really boring

and we weren't having sex because we had

some issues in the bedroom. So I was kind

of happy and relieved that the

relationship had ended and I didn't have

to do anything. I didn't have to tell her

that I wanted to break up. It just came to

a natural end. Anyway, back to Yumi. So

when the older Korean lady wasn't around,

I used to try and spend time with Yumi.

We would sit together, we would eat

together, she would show me the music she

was into. Which was mostly Korean rock

music from the '80s and '90s. And even to

this day, when I go to karaoke, I

sometimes sing those songs that I

discovered from her. A few weeks later,

the older Korean lady told me that she was

going to a different part of Japan just

for a few weeks with her friend to do

sightseeing. And I was really happy and

relieved to hear this because it meant

that I could spend more time with Yumi

without having to worry if I was making

the older Korean lady jealous or not. And

I think those 2 weeks were the best 2

weeks of the whole trip in Japan. And

during those 2 weeks, I got really close

to Yumi. We spent every evening together,

and we even went for evening walks every

night around the neighborhood. And we

would walk around for hours and hours,

and we actually held hands. And we did all

these childish things like we would chase

each other and play tag and wrestle each

other to the ground. It was a lot of fun.

I didn't feel like I needed to hide my

childish or immature side with her. I

could just be myself. After we finished

our evening walks and we had to go back to

the guesthouse, we would never enter the

guesthouse together. She would always

enter first, and then I would follow in

about a minute later so it didn't look

like we were spending time together. And

then one evening I got a bit too confident

and I licked her on the face and she

didn't get upset about it, so I licked her

again. And then just as we were going to

go back into the guesthouse, I stood in

front of her and I put my hand— I put my

right hand behind the back of her head and

I kissed her on the lips and she didn't

stop me. She didn't tell me to stop, so I

kept kissing her. It was kind of awkward

and we didn't say anything after we

finished kissing. We just went back into

the guesthouse and then we went onto the

roof of the guesthouse and I kissed her

again. And then I don't know how this

happened, but we ended up on the floor of

the roof and we were kissing. And then she

said she had to go back to her room, and I

said okay. It was really awkward, and I

just went back to my room. I guess I

should have asked her if I could come to

her room. I don't know what would have

happened if I did. My biggest regret was

that I didn't have the guts to take it to

the next step, and we never had sex. If I

could go back in time and redo the

experience, I would have made more of an

effort to try and get her back to my room.

Or to try and get into her room. The next

evening on one of our evening walks, we

went to this park and we sat on these

swings and I asked her if she wanted to be

my girlfriend. I felt pretty confident

that she was going to say yes because I

really felt like she liked me. We walked

around and we held hands and we kissed,

so I thought it was kind of obvious that

she liked me. But she said no. She said

she wasn't interested in being my

girlfriend and she actually had a

boyfriend back in Korea, which I had no

idea about. And then she gave me another

piece of bad news. She said that she was

going to leave the guesthouse in a few

days because she found some Korean lady

that she was going to stay with in her

apartment for free. After hearing all

these things, that she didn't want to be

my girlfriend, that she already had a

boyfriend, and that she was going to leave

the guesthouse, I was just devastated. I

was crushed. It felt like someone punched

me in the stomach. I felt so depressed. I

kept begging her not to go. I said, why

are you leaving? Don't go. Don't leave.

After that night, I felt really irritated

with her. I felt like she betrayed me. I

felt like, why were you leading me on?

Why were you having evening walks with me?

Why were you holding my hand? Why did you

let me kiss you and do stuff to you when

you already had a boyfriend and you didn't

want to be my girlfriend and you had no

intention of being in a relationship with

me and you were planning on leaving the

guesthouse. After that night, it was

really awkward between us and I tried to

avoid her as much as possible and I didn't

really talk to her much or see her much

until the day she left. We still kept in

contact with text messages for about a few

weeks after she left. After the older

Korean lady left and went back to Korea,

me and Yumi actually met up once and we

went for lunch. We kind of had a date. We

went for sushi. It was really nice and I

remembered why I liked her so much. I

still felt incredibly attracted attracted

to her. I remember saying goodbye to her

for the last time, and I just stood there

watching her walk towards the train

station, disappearing into the distance.

And it was really sad. I kind of knew that

that was the last time I was ever going to

see her. And that was the last time I saw

her. We did talk a few more times via text

messages over the next few days, but I had

been in Osaka for about 5 months, and it

was time for me to go back home to the UK.

A few years later, I asked this other

Korean girl who was also staying at the

same guesthouse, who was also friends with

Yumi, if she had heard from Yumi or if she

was in contact with Yumi, and she said

that she hadn't spoken to Yumi for about a

few years and she didn't know how to get

in touch with her. It was just like Yumi

had disappeared from the face of the

earth. It's like she just cut all her ties

with us from the guesthouse, and it kind

of hurt. When you live in a guesthouse,

because you're seeing the same group of

people every day on a daily basis, it

starts to feel like you're a part of a

family, and it kind of hurt that that

meant nothing to her. Sometimes I still

look back on those days, and I really miss

those times when we used to just walk

around the neighborhood during the night,

holding hands, kissing, hugging, messing

around. Sometimes it feels like none of

that actually happened, and it was all

just a dream. For me, the best part about

going to Japan isn't just about having

sex. It's also about creating memories

that are going to last for the rest of my

life, because at the end of the day, when

we get old and we're waiting to die,

memories like those are all we're going to

have left. I think one of my biggest fears

is when I come to the end of my life and

I'm just lying there and I have all these

regrets about not being brave enough to do

the things that I wanted to do when I had

the chance to do them. I guess that's why

I don't have any problems with just

jumping on a plane and flying to another

country to meet some girl that I met

online, because I hate the feeling of not

knowing what could have happened. And even

if it turns out to be a bad experience,

then at least I can say, well, at least I

know, and then I can make a video about it

on YouTube. So it's a win-win.