listening to: "good time"; jinusean.
a few nights ago jen and i went out by ourselves. it's the first time i've gone out without a entourage of girls or at least without a guy friend acting as a bodyguard. we decided to hit ocean as, on a thursday night, it's one of the few clubs that isn't 18 and over.
jen and i hit it off with a few guys. most of my night was monopolized by a new york korean named inkook who had recently moved to o'ahu. and jen got to know a few of his friends who constantly bought her drinks. at first i was troubled as to whether or not mention that i had a boyfriend. half of me wanted to save myself from being hit on, and half of me felt embarrassed for being so conceited. i decided to gauge how the night went and the conversation ended up being light and the dancing great as well as respectful. i was really happy to have met some great guys and to have made some new friends.
until he kept texting me the next day saying that he had a great time and that he wanted to spend some "quality time" alone with me. so that's when i finally told him that i had a boyfriend. i sent a long apologetic text confessing my six-year relationship. and he text back that it was okay because he was only really here for the week anyway and if i wanted a "distraction" to let him know.
lesson learned.