Jenniferteacher Left the Batcave, and Why Aren’t Grown Men as Interested in My Boobs as Seven-Year-Old Boys?

At the KOTESOL conference last month, I saw Stephanie, but was too busy with KOTESOL-y duties that I didn’t have time to chat. So, I suggested we get together for some girlie fun. And, in a surprising turn of events, I actually got together with her. 🙂 Not that I take the Hermit Kingdom as an order rather than a description, or anything…

Some of her former co-workers at Hoseo in Cheonan-Asan were having a bonfire/ slumber party. We went and drank many tequila smoothies and made smores. I can now say that HobNobs are very thick, but otherwise perfect for smores. And they have Nob in the title. Not that I am juvenile enough to make jokes about eating a ‘Nob, of course. Well, maybe just once or twice…

Jinksy tastefully removed his hand from Stephanie’s boob for the camera.

Unsurprisingly, I did not stay for the slumber party portion of festivities. A little togetherness goes a long way with me. So, Steph and I hitched a ride WAY back to town (Hoseo has a beautiful campus, in the middle of nowhere) and stayed at a yogwan. We really slept in– I still can’t believe we didn’t get a “courtesy” get-the-hell-out wake up call. We hung out and talked for a few hours before she went to a wedding (in jeans and a T-shirt– Korean weddings rule!) and I trudged back home.
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There was a fan at the bonfire! Actually, Jackie was the host. She will probably be on the podcast in the future, assuming she still wants to once the soju wears off…

Jackie, SeoulPodcast fan and bonfire host extraordinaire, and two people that don’t listen to the podcast. 🙂

Houston eating something that apparently required chopsticks and tongs.Smores!A little post-prandial refresher. I used to get teased mercilessly for the mid-party nap, so I’m glad to see it’s become more acceptable. 🙂

I think I may need to start actually listening to the podcast. I listened to a couple of episodes recently, but I wasn’t on one of them and the other one I wanted to hear what the guest had to say. But I digress. One of the first things Jackie said to me was that she would know my laugh anywhere. Which is how Joe recognized Karl and I the first time he joined us on Seoul Survivor.

So, now I’m wondering what kind of hyena-woman I sound like on the show. I will freely admit that I go through life being inordinately amused by minor things, but most of the time I can hide behind the “crazy foreigner” flag. One of the many benefits of life in a foreign land…
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I got an elliptical trainer last week, but D batteries are proving more elusive that one would think. The search continues… Now, when my pianist neighbor practices for a recital in the wee hours, I’ll have some way to occupy my time other than plot her death/ loss of fingers.
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Once again, a handful of my very young male students are fixated on my boobs. A week or two ago, one in particular decided that the best way to interact with me is to stick his face between my boobs and then turn his face left and right. To do this, he has to ignore me pulling his arms or pushing his shoulders away, as I try to head him off at the pass, so to speak. But he is determined, definitely not a quitter. Today, he got up three times during a test, ran up and shoved his face at my chest, like he just had to be fast enough and I wouldn’t catch on. While I admire his tenacity in the face of constant obstruction, I wish it would sink in that it’s inappropriate. If only I could find a grown man as interested in my boobies…

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