the korean girl that hated me

Hello and welcome to today's story. This

story happened about 7 years ago when I

was staying at a guest house in Japan.

Now, back in 2011,

Daniel was a very different person. You

could say he was fairly likable. He was

outgoing, more positive. He didn't

complain and whinge all the time. I think

you guys might actually like him more than

modern-day, current-day Daniel.

2010 and 2011 was when

I was a complete Koreaboo. I was so

obsessed with Korea. I just found it

really interesting. I loved the music, I

loved the food, I was really into studying

Korean, and I had a Korean girlfriend as

well that I met at the guesthouse. I also

made lots of Korean friends there. They

were so friendly and they helped me learn

Korean. And I just really loved everything

about Korea, especially the girls. I went

back to Japan for a second time in 2011,

November, and I stayed at a different

guesthouse this time. And to my luck, I

was very happy to find out that there were

2 Korean girls staying at the guesthouse

as well. One of them was quite cute. I

felt fairly attracted to her. The other

one, not, not too cute. Maybe 2.5 out of

10, I would give her. I always saw them

hanging out with this bunch of Swedish

guys, and I really wanted to, to talk

to these 2 Korean girls. But the thing is,

I was really shy, and I couldn't just

simply walk up to them when there were

lots of other people around. I needed to

wait. I needed to wait for the perfect

opportunity to talk to them. And then one

day, I was going up the stairs to my room,

and just by coincidence, I saw them both

standing there by the stairs chatting to

each other. And I went past them,

but then I thought to myself, hey, this is

a good chance to say hello. So I went back

down the stairs and I actually approached

them. I was really scared. I was really

nervous. I still remember it. I just— I

said hello. I spoke in Japanese because I

thought they couldn't speak English, and I

said, it's nice to meet you. My name's

Daniel. How are you doing? And I was so

nervous, my lips were trembling, my hands

were trembling. I could feel sweat

starting to form on my forehead. We had an

okay conversation. I just asked them basic

things like, what are you doing in Japan?

How long are you staying here? What are

your names? And we just had a short

5-minute conversation maybe, and I said,

it was nice talking to you, see you later.

And I felt really good about it. I felt

really proud of myself that I managed to

approach 2 girls and actually talk to

them. There's no way I'd be able to do

something like that now. I saw them again

a few days later in the living room of the

guest house, and I felt like we were

friends since we knew each other now. Now

we knew each other by our names and we've

spoken before, so I felt like I was

their friend, and every time I saw them in

the guest house, I'd say hello. I'd try to

make conversation. I even sat next to them

a few times, which was pretty brave of me

now that I think about it. And I tried so

many times to start conversations,

and the conversations would never go

anywhere. I would ask them questions,

they would just answer one word. Answers.

They would never ask me anything. They

never showed any interest in me. Didn't

even ask me what I was doing in Japan or

where I'm from. Didn't even ask me

how long I was gonna be in Japan for or

what brought me here. Nothing. They showed

absolutely no interest in, in me as a

person. Like I said before, they were

always hanging around this group of

Swedish guys. There was this fat one

called Erik and then 2 other ones I didn't

know the names of. And they were like

typical-looking Swedish white guys,

blonde hair, blue eyes, tall.

And it was just so frustrating because I

tried to become a part of this friendship

circle. I tried talking to the fat Swedish

guy, but it didn't really go anywhere. I

didn't really know what to talk to him

about. I feel kind of stupid for saying

this, but it took me quite a while until

I finally realized that they weren't

interested in being my friend.

With the cute Korean girl, at least she

responded to me when I asked her

questions, but her friend, the uglier one,

was a complete bitch because sometimes

I'd ask her questions or I'd say hello and

she wouldn't even say anything. And there

was one time she came into the kitchen to

make lunch, and I was in there as well

doing washing up. And I just said, hello,

how are you? And she just looked up at me

and she said, uh. Like, she just grunted.

She went, uh. And then she just looked

down again with this stupid look on her

face, you know, like complete resting

bitch face. And that was the point

when I just gave up. I felt like, what's

the point in this? She's obviously not

interested in talking to me. I don't know

why she hates me. I haven't done anything

wrong. I haven't asked her anything

inappropriate. I just— I've just tried to

be friendly, and I've just tried to start

conversations. Is it because I'm not a

white, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Swedish

guy? Maybe if I was white and had blonde

hair and blue eyes, she would be sucking

my dick right there in the kitchen.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be disrespectful

towards women. I shouldn't just assume

that Asian girls like white guys more,

and I shouldn't assume that it has

anything to do with what I look like or

what my face looked like. Maybe she just

didn't like me because I came across as

being a nervous weirdo who had terrible

social skills. But at least I fucking

tried. You could have at least asked me

back. How are you, Daniel? What did you do

today, Daniel? Where are you from,

Daniel? These aren't difficult questions

to ask, are they? Okay, maybe you don't

care, maybe you don't have any interest in

answering those questions, but at least

show some decency and try and be polite

when someone's making an effort to try and

talk to you. I even tried talking to them

in Korean because I was studying Korean

and I felt quite confident. That I could

have a conversation in Korean. Still, no

difference. They would just either brush

me off, just reply with one word, or

barely say anything apart from making a

stupid grunting noise like, uh. I don't

know what I did wrong. What did I do

wrong? Maybe I was too desperate, too

needy. Maybe they got the impression that

I just wanted to bang the cute friend and

not have anything to do with the ugly one.

Maybe they, they knew what I was actually

thinking straight from the beginning.

Maybe they have psychic powers. Sometimes

I would see the ugly Korean girl's boots

out on the hallway, just by the stairs. I

don't know why she used to leave them

there. And there were so many times I

walked past them and I was just tempted to

do something with them. You know, like

take them into my room, put some of my

bodily fluids into there. And then put

them back where I found them, and then she

would have a nice surprise in the morning.

Or maybe I could be completely wrong.

Maybe she didn't have anything against me.

Maybe she didn't not like me.

I don't know anymore. Maybe she was just

really shy and she didn't know what to

say, and I wasn't very good at

asking her questions or making her feel

comfortable, and she just resorted to not

responding and just grunting. Who knows?

For some reason, I doubt it because the

next year after I left Japan, I found her

on Facebook and I decided to send her a

Facebook friends request. And I sent

her a message as well, and she read it and

she blocked me. I can't find her on

Facebook anymore. But if I go into private

mode or incognito mode on Chrome and then

go onto Facebook, I can find her again.

So it's pretty obvious that she's blocked

me. And then when I went

back to Japan for a 3rd time in 2013, I

went back to the same guesthouse actually,

and I was kind of worried. I was wondering

if she was still there because it would be

kind of awkward if she was. And she was.

She was still there, but her cute friend

wasn't. I think she went back to Korea.

And I saw her a few times. We walked past

each other. Didn't even look at each

other, didn't make eye contact. It was

really weird, and we just pretended we

didn't exist. We were completely invisible

to each other. Apart from me, obviously.

I was eyeing her from the corner of the

room, trying to make sure it was her.

After that experience, I think I gave up

on trying to talk to girls. The next time

I went to a guesthouse, and the following

times after that, I didn't even try to

approach girls and introduce myself

because I had such a terrible experience

with these 2 Korean girls. I never wanted

to do that again. I felt so humiliated and

embarrassed and rejected. That feeling of

being rejected was just so upsetting. I

didn't want to feel it ever again, so I

stopped talking to girls unless they came

up to me and approached me first. I

wouldn't talk to anyone at the guesthouse.

And I think this was a real shame because

how many opportunities with girls did I

miss out on because I gave up trying to

talk to them. I gave up introducing myself

to girls and approaching them, and I just

sat there waiting. I had some other bad

experiences when I was trying to talk to

people at that guesthouse 7 years ago.

It wasn't just those 2 Korean girls.

There's also this weird German guy called

David, and he was like a robot. He never

spoke to anyone. And for some reason I

decided to try and speak to him. I just

said hello. He said hello back, and I

asked him where he's from. He said

Germany. That was it. He didn't say

anything else. And I thought,

okay, well, he doesn't seem interested in

talking, and I just gave up.

And because of the experience I had with

these 2 Korean girls, it kind of affected

the way I looked at Korean girls. In the

beginning, I saw Korean girls as sexy,

cute, adorable. But now I feel a bit— a

little bit scared of them. They come

across as being a bit rude, a bit bitchy,

not very friendly. And that's—

that's a real shame. I was doing a little

bit of snooping around on Facebook in my

free time, and I found the Swedish guy,

the fat one. And I'm actually friends with

him on Facebook, and I looked at his

photos. And he's been going to

Korea, and the cute Korean girl has

actually been going to Sweden, and there's

recent photos of them together. So I'm

pretty sure it's safe to say that they are

in a relationship. That explains why they

were always hanging around all the Swedish

guys all the time in the guesthouse. She

just wanted some Swedish sausage, didn't

she? Well, isn't that a surprise?