Seoul

Walking down Itaewon -the Roppongi of Seoul- and finding myself at the end I pause a moment to ponder; 'Where am I going to get dinner? Do I want to hang around here for another hour or so until then?'
It's about this time, as I stand motionless at the side of the road when a car pulls over and the figure inside is frantically waving at me. I step towards the car. The door flies open, "Jon! Jon! What are you doing?" It's Jongmi, a friend I met in Thailand at Christmas! "What are you doing? Are you free right now? Want to grab dinner? You want to come salsa dancing?"
I break into a grin. Yes, I do.


I take the escalator up from the underground at Seoul Station and walk into the main building looking for a Dunkin Donuts. Inside, at the back, there is a figure very familiar to me. Although Robert is not as immediately beautiful as Jongmi, and despite the fact that I had arranged to meet him here, as I see the white guy I lived with for two years in London, watching The OC and thinking of ingenious ways to end the life of Mr Kilroy Silk I break into a grin.