A que hora debe uno acostarse? = (At) what time must one go to bed?
so i have this friend H.Choe who lives in Korea. she is very hung up on this 1 gentleman. and so who would have thought that gentlemen even existed in this day and time? but there you have it. she has successfully met the (only?) one.
so one perfect lady who is never forward, meets this one sweet gentleman who is just so the very proper (as we say in Malaysia), and their journeys of 1 date per week has been on-going for too many months now.
never on the week-end. meeting up mid-safe-week nights. as it is always then guaranteed to be sober, early nights.
they write letters to each other (albeit on the email) but like real letters, long and well thought through (read as in: witty: suggestive yet acceptable in polite society; riddled with hidden intentions; romantic), with attached self written odes and hakku-s dedicated to each other.
she is sighing and waiting, deeply frustrated, and back to asking her trademark question - "what to do??" and he is stumbling and stalling and overall trying. and being sweet and attentive, and it's all so very hot and cold.
no hand-holding even. just deep, passionate letters.
and the bottom line is she just wants him to "make the first move". and i think she just wants to jump him herself. it is very sobering to know that in 2007, sweet old-fashioned romance lives on :) hallelujah!!!
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