I've joined the gym recently and have been going after work. The soreness I feel now is a clear indication of how out of shape I've become in the last year.
This evening, after I finished working all my gracktoids to their limit, I hit the sauna to sweat out my remaining strength. When I entered there was a Korean gentleman lying on the floor, and he sat up as I sat on the floor. I greeted him with an "Annyong Haseyo" and that's all it took to trigger a conversation.
Well, it wasn't a real back a forth conversation, because I only know a little Korean, and he only knew a little English. But it was enough for him to talk to me enthusiastically for almost 30 minutes. He talked about his two children living in Vancouver and California, his difficult job, the expense of living and the burden of sending money to his children, his love of golf, and his interest in dance.
He was so set on conveying this interest that he got up and proceeded to dance. It was a slow waltz that he carefully performed around the sauna, dancing with an imaginary woman. He even encouraged me to follow his motions to learn the dance myself.
It was weird, to say the least. It felt as if I was suddenly part of a ridiculous sitcom where guy A needs to learn how to dance in time for the big party to impress the girl of his dreams, and guy B shows him a few moves. Then someone walks in the room and cracks a gay joke. Then the fake audience loses their shit.
Oh, Korea, what will you pull next?
3 comments:
Sounds intimate.
Hey, first of all you asked me to dance, not the other way around...
Did you swipe a credit card to enter this sauna?
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