Strange things happen in Korea…
Martha and I were out a few weeks ago. It got really late and we, of course, got really drunk, so we deemed it necessary to head home around 4:30 AM. We walked down the street to one of the more obscure subway stations in town and we were trying to get cabs outside the station exit.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a 40-ish year old Korean man in a red jacket appeared. He walked over to Martha, who was standing 10 or 15 feet away from me, and I saw her look at him and I heard her unenthusiastically say,
”What?”
The man spoke again. Martha’s face didn’t change, except to break eye contact with the man and to establish it with me.
“Hey, Rachel. This guy just told me he wants to lick my asshole.” said Martha in the same tone and with the same inflection one would say “the sky is really blue today” or some other benign statement.
“Oh, that’s great. You should totally let him.” I said, just as blandly.
Then, the man turned his back on Martha and walked over to me, where he expressed his desire for me to spit in his face. Looking back, I kind of wish I had just done it right there.
What was really strange about this whole scenario was how little of a reaction Martha and I had to all of this. Korea is so chaotic, crazy, and full of super strange things that I can only guess that we’ve become desensitized to the point where when a middle aged stranger asks us to engage in lewd abnormal sexual acts with him, we don’t even flinch.
