Simple America

Saturday when I awoke with a nude Jin and a fully dressed me, I could only wonder how or who got me back to the room. Still felt my wallet press into my buttocks inside my back pocket which was always good. The curtains effectively blocked the sun so I figured I’d make the best of things. I stripped off my clothes. This rustling stirred Miss Jin and she looked over at me with her cat eyes. I could tell she was half there, half in the land of Nod. She looked so beautiful despite just awakening with drool running down her chin. I leaned over and gave her kiss, only to be pushed back?

“You hands is fokking cold,” she spat at me. “You stink numbah ten. Go take shower.”

My desire crushed, I finished undressing and took a hot shower. How long I soaked in there I cannot remember. But it felt like a retreat from Jin’s anger. Any kind words from her lately were few and far between. As the water coursed down my back I hoped that we would go look at Hanboks later in the day. That was my plan. But when I came out of the shower she had left. My heartbeat hammered and I peeked out the curtain to look upon Itaewon. Gazing for what I don’t know. My room faced the back of the hotel which overlooked the club area, but I could not gaze upon the streets that led there. If I had spotted Jin it would have been a miracle of Biblical proportions. So I collapsed on the bed and laid naked on the bed memorizing the ceilings’ imperfections.

A right thinking fellow would probably call the Front Desk and instruct that Miss Jin no longer be given a key to his room. But I chose to focus on my shortcomings. Why had I let her down? Whatever she wanted I got for her. I would jump as high as she asked. I was a well trained dog.

Noon came around and I dressed. I had no mood to eat or be around other people. The bookstore had James Clavell’s Tai Pan which I purchased to further my Asian education. Reading allowed me to forget Jin and her disappearance. Tai Pan introduced me to 1840s Hong Kong and Chinese culture. I also learned of Macau and the bureaucracy of the Manchurian rulers. I was fascinated by the description of dim sum though I would have to wait five years before tasting any.

Around five there was a knock at my door. JB and Choon were in the hallway. I invited them in. JB announced they had moved from the Hamilton Hotel to the Crown and were one floor up. I thought that was great. Maybe if Jin and Choon hung out together it smooth my relations with Jin. JB asked me how my head was. He expected me to have suffered a major hangover, which actually delayed his visiting earlier. Fortunately, I am blessed with a body that does not suffer from hangovers very often. In fact, only wine kicks my ass. Therefore I drink wine with respect and restraint.

JB told how he helped get me back to the hotel. I appreciated that. No telling where I might have woke up otherwise. With my current luck I would have woke up stripped and naked on VD Hill.

My stomach grumbled from neglect. We decided to go out for a bite. We looked for the Sarge and the Spec 5, but they were nowhere to be found. The three of us went out for bulgoki, which was becoming one of my favorites. I did not feel like drinking so we headed back to the hotel and just chatted about a variety of things in their room. The main topic was JB and Choon’s coming marriage. JB needed to complete his divorce. He described his first wife, also Korean, as a real bitch. The legal paperwork should be done when he returned. Allowing him to start his paperwork to marry Choon. He had orders to report to Bucket at Osan Air Base in May for permanent duty so he would have to head back to Arizona soon. I queried him regarding the paperwork to request a transfer to Korea as permanent party. JB had a few tips and I made mental notes for each of them. The night progressed and I decided to go back to my room and see if Jin would return.

She arrived shortly after midnight and seemed in a pretty good mood. Jin informed me she had found the perfect dress. The price was $500, which I could cover. Disappointment filled me as I really wanted to help select the dress. To sit on a chair and have Jin model each dress so that we could choose together. Time for that was gone now. She assuaged some of my disappointment by saying we could meet her folks next weekend. Around two o’clock we were both tired and decided to strip and go to bed. I pulled the covers and drew her closer to me. Finally, I thought tonight would be a good night for the one eyed monk, but as I drew her closer I realized she still wore panties. I could not compute this phenomenon. Even when Jin was pissed at the world she slept in the raw. Moving to remedy the situation, Jin’s hands intercepted mine.

“Yobo. It’s my time.”

I looked back her dumbly. Time for fucking what is all that came to mind?

“I got to period,” she stated looking at me with those cat eyes. I must have been a mouse to bat around until she got bored and decided to kill me. Not that she could plan something like. So I cursed to the moons inside my head, while drawing her close to share the heat from our bodies. Another night of falling asleep tense.

Morning came and we went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast I went to the front desk, Jin beaming at my side. Even the predator eyes were hidden. I cashed $800 in American Express travelers checks, giving Jin $500 with all of the eyes in the lobby watching. Then Jin left me to go buy her dress. I remained as she said she wanted to surprise me with her choice.

The Gift Shop doors beckoned and I entered. Kyong-Ock sat there and she smiled at me. Her mate was in the back looking on with a grin that did not match her “go away” eyes. I talked with Miss Kim about Jin and the dress. She covered her mouth as her jaw dropped in surprise. Her companion hawked something in Korean, but Kyong-Ock ignored her.

“You know how muchie those cost,” Kim asked?

“The one my yobo is getting costs $500.”

“You are very nice to her.”

And that was the nicest way Kim could call me fricking crazy. And me too blind to recognize that fact. I asked Kim about this show that happened regularly in Seoul. I think it was called the Blue Room or the Blue Theater. My mind is foggy on the name. This show consisted of traditional Korean dance and song. I really wanted to catch this. What better way to understand the Korean mind than to watch their dance and song? Maybe Jin could wear her dress to the show. But I needed to figure out how to get tickets. Kyong-Ock said she could find out for me. I thanked her, bought a pack of cigarettes and left.

Feeling pretty good I headed for the shops. I window shopped until I found a leather shop. They had some very chic leather jackets in the window and even a leather trench coat. When I returned to Arizona I planned on buying a motorcycle. I had my eyes on a Honda Enduro 500CC that I could ride up in the mountains. Decided I should take advantage of being in Korea and get a decent leather jacket to wear for when I rode. The shop owner was great. I told him what I wanted and he produced a book with a variety of jacket designs. Together we found a nice cut jacket that would fit me like a glove. It tapered at the waist and had zippers on the sleeves, and would include a nice felt lining. Then he broke out the leather. I never seen that much cowhide in my life. Picked out a lovely piece of black leather and he tried to talk me into buying the entire piece and making leather pants too. There was no way I would ever wear leather pants so we got on with the measurements. This was a once in a lifetime experience for me. I never had anything tailored for me in my life and to this date I have not been custom fitted again. Walking away I felt like a king. Now if I could only get my harem straightened out. The final price of the jacket was $200. I don’t know if that was a good deal or not, but it was a worthwhile experience. Much better spent than the $500 I gave Miss Jin. At least I have the coat even if it does not fit.