I love a forthright man. There’s something terribly sexy about a man who lays his cards on the table: Here it is, love it or leave it, honey. But pretty please love it! Le sigh. It’s like, ok, daddy. I will, I do!
I suspect that’s why my dating life is strictly fictional LOL. In this unedited snippet from my latest WIP, which picks up where last week’s blog leaves off, Sinna and Tan are still on their first date. Seeing strangers’ reactions to him offers her a hint of what life as his girlfriend would be like.
Oh, the picture is of Super Junior’s Kim Heechul. He is frickin’ hilarious. Look him up on YouTube, and prepare to lose at least two hours of your life laughing.
Good God. He was killing her. She wasn’t careful he’d have the drawls by the end of the night.
He paid for dinner and asked her if she wanted to take a short walk.
“Why short? Are you tired?”
“I’ll probably be recognized, and then we’ll have to head home,” he said, and she hid a smile at his sad tone.
She agreed, and they ended up in a drugstore with an impressive array of Korean skincare. She watched with interest as he got face wash, a few sheet masks and cotton pads, and after a discussion with a helpful shop girl, picked up a travel size essence and a gel moisturizer with high SPF. She rolled her eyes at her own self for being pleased with his attention to detail.
Fool, she chastised herself. He’s not new to this game.
The girl said something to her.
“She wants to help you. Do you need anything?”
“What does she recommend for hyper pigmentation? I like essence, I need an exfoliant, and I could use a few sheet masks. I like the ones you gave me.”
After extensive back and forth, Sinna acquired everything she wanted. At the register she saw an interesting red lip tint, which required some more discussion. Once she tried it on the back of her hand, she added it to her pile and pulled out her wallet.
“No,” Tan said, putting a large hand over hers. “Please let me buy these things for you. It will make me happy to feel I take care of you in some small way.”
To refuse would have been churlish, so Sinna said thank you in Korean and bowed. The girl behind the register giggled happily, and practically swooned when Tan smiled at her.
She said something, and Sinna had seen the signs enough to know that she recognized him. She was charmed when he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out two fingers in the universal idol symbol for a heart.
The girl covered her mouth and blushed until an older woman spoke sharply to her, and shooed her away to finish ringing up their order. The girl bowed herself apologetically away to stare from a small distance.
Tan accepted the bag and bowed to them both, then took her hand. Someone opened the door for them, and he bowed to that person too. Outside he slipped on his sunglasses and suggested they head for home. Apparently the shop girl would post his location on social media, and people would be on the lookout.
“I’m surprised no one has recognized you already.”
“People have. But I begged the people at the restaurant not to post about me until after I left. I took pictures with them while you were in the bathroom.”
“Ah.” Bribery worked. “Do you like being recognized?”
“It depends. It can be scary if the crowd gets too big, but I don’t come out much for long, and I can move fast when necessary. Being tall helps.
“Sometimes it’s annoying if I need to get somewhere because signing autographs and taking pictures makes me late. Or when they want to give me gifts at the airport and I’m tired, but I still have to bow until my back hurts to show appreciation.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Of course I do, Sinna-ssi. To ignore our fans attention would be mean. I’ve told them time and time again not to spend their money on me, but they still do. I can’t treat them badly.”