North Korea

I met this guy last spring with whom I had several things in common. I was a little nervous to meet him because his profile indicated he had kids. In my head I assumed 1 because often you just check a box if you have kids but it never specifies how many. However, I liked his profile and I'm old enough to understand that the odds of my meeting someone at this time in my life without kids is slim so we agreed to meet for brunch one Sunday morning. I got all dressed up in my church dress since he was coming from church. On a side note, I was reminded of all the girls in college who would put their dresses on and go down to the dining hall on Sunday mornings at Baylor under the pretense that they had been to church when in reality they had slept in. I never did understand that because I was the one who would go to church, then go back to my room and change clothes before going to lunch. Anwyay, back to brunch...

As we started talking I learned he loves Jesus, teaches Sunday School, is Korean American, perseverates on North Korea (much like I do and hence the name) former military, former consultant, moving towards being an executive at a notable company, divorced with 4 kids. WHA?????? It's a really good thing I have a really good poker face because I cannot express in words all the thoughts that went through my head, yet he would have never known.

I never could wrap my brain around 4 kids but we ended up going out a couple of more times after that, and had a wonderful time, to be quite honest. Once to a Ranger's game and once to a Turkish restaurant. I learned that he was a foodie...always wanting to try new foods and was really not into ballpark food (we went out for steak before the game because he couldn't imagine eating a ballpark hotdog). He also thought I was very funny and he had a very jovial laugh.

I liked North Korea. He was very intelligent and he loved Jesus but once I was removed from the situation I realized that he made me laugh only because his laugh was so infectious. In the end he needed to focus on his kids and his job and did not feel he was ready, nor did he have the energy for a relationship. He didn't "dump" me really, but it hurt nevertheless because I was beginning to like him. I actually called him about a month later to see how things were going and we had a nice conversation about his kids and some intellectual books he was reading and he asked me about my vacation to Jamaica. That was the last I heard from North Korea and thankfully, I feel good about that.