I'm gonna marry Korea.

"To see Korea, whether through a camera lens or in person, is to want to touch her. She's tough, fiery and independent--yes--but she's also gentle and warm, rich in colors and textures which flit and freeze in her golden light like luminescent butterflies a-dance over cliffs of granite."

--Korea Insight Guide, 1981

When I first read this line, I thought, "This is exactly what I want in a woman: fiery, independent but also feminine and gentle." For the longest time, I've tried to put together what it is that I want in a woman, in a wife even. But whenever I tried, I'd always come up against these contradictions; "There's no way a girl who would want to try mountain climbing would ever be good at cooking." (it's an example, don't bite my head off) But I've always come across these contradictions in personality that I want. I could never get it down to a formula because in the end, it came down to the fact that I was always most interested in the entire package-- the sum of the parts. There were and are far too many variables and so many ways things can go that I can't say who will or won't attract me. I almost gave up, concluding that I must be the ultimate narcissist, wanting someone as quirky and convoluted as myself. I thought I wanted to marry myself for a while and I was going to hand myself in to a head doctor.

The first part is the easiest really; the physical. In this sense I guess I'm lucky-- I'm not particularly attached to any particular part of the body, be it boobs or butt or whatever. I've always been a total-package kind of guy, so I think looks have always mattered for me less than it does for most guys. But on the other hand I have to admit that it plays a role and sometimes I'd like to think that I'm above that, but I'm so not. I get pushed and pulled by cute and pretty girls just like every other guy-- I just don't get whiplash from it. But I know myself-- I get pulled around enough for me to be wary around pretty girls or cute girls. I know I have a weakness in girls with looks and that it'd be so easy for me to be strung along, so I'm trying to avoid relationships altogether so I don't make any stupid mistakes.

I've been talking to Emily about this, and I'm trying to narrow it down though.

I've always been convinced that Intelligence was a non-negotiable. Without it, I'd get bored. Me being the type of person that can actually get bored of people, this isn't good. I've always needed someone who could engage me intellectually; challenge my ideas and make me smarter for it. But Em pointed out that engaging works just as well-- she's got to understand the way I think to even be able to communicate with me. I never asked for incredibly smart (we don't want me to be overshadowed here =p) it's just a matter of equality, really. I don't want to be in a relationship where I'm towering. It would be...uncomfortable.

I told her that I was essentially looking for a companion, a partner, someone who can strive with me toward a goal, but at the same time hold her own against me when I'm wrong and someone whom I can come to love and trust unconditionally. Weird thing is though, I don't expect the same in return. I've got this messed up idea that I don't deserve unconditional love and trust, but giving it is required for me.

I'm not consistent; I can be cold and hard, but also gentle and warm, goofy and ridiculous but also efficient and all business. I'm so multifaceted, in ways and extremes that I don't seem to think most others are and I need someone who can handle all of that. Someone who can pull me out of my moods when they come upon me; someone who can save me from myself. I think I could fall in love with someone who could just save me from myself, because I think it would take so much to do it. Poetically:

I'm looking for someone with fire and steel, with night in her blood but light in her heart

Obviously I haven't met her quite yet. Not at UCI anyways; if I did, I think I'd fall over unconscious just because I found her. But then again she could be right under my nose and I might never know; my social circle isn't really huge.

Then I get a bunch of categories from Em, so I just went down the list:

• Committed, but not to the exclusion of everything else
• Good listener would be nice, 'cuz I'm a pretty good listener and a pair of good listeners have a leg up on relationships!
• On Candid vs. Sentimental, it'd be best if she could roll with it-- candid where it calls for it, but don't bust my chops all the time for little stuff
• As for ministry...I'm not sure. I don't even know where I'm going in ministry, so I'm going to totally leave that up to God.
• I think to balance out my own introverted tendencies, she should be an extrovert, but I tend to 'figure out' extroverts much faster, and then it goes on autopilot, which is uncool. But then Em said that she'll probably figure me out too, and that would be rather nice. So we'll see about this one too? haha.
• Korean: ?

That last one was weird because I have a longing for Korea in my blood. I have a pathological need to go there one day, maybe even live there for a while. She can't be someone ignorant of the asian; the Korean part of me. I read once in an essay that an Asian-American wrote that America is her mind, but Korea is her heart and soul. That's how it is with me. I can have a purely intellectual relationship, but love encompasses the heart and soul, and without it, it'd be a pretty useless relationship. But then I thought about food, languages, and so on. It's a factor, but not an inflexible one.

Then she says, "Chris...honestly what I think you're pursuing really isn't all that complicated." It was like getting shot in the heart with a ray of sunlight; HOPE! haha. It was a nice feeling to be less conflicted, to know that it was both feasible and possible.

I'm a strange kid; I've been thinking about my wife and kids since I was 12.
12.

Then came the obligatory warning to love her for who she is, not who she could be-- to not fall in love with a what if or could be. And then, the kicker: "and by the way...you tell me that you really dont categorize what's "attractive" or whatever...but I TOTALLY know you go for the super pretty feminine korean girls." After a few minor protests, she replies, "Well not much changes; they have to be petite, feminine, cute, if not pretty." I know she's hit the mark on some level, but I still feel a need to protest and defend myself, so I say, "I can't help my shallow nature!" But she excuses me, saying, "it's okay. why not, you know? :P But at the end of the day I dont think youre THAT shallow.."

Yay for my not-that-shallowness!

Haha, so that's my venture into looking for that oh-so-special girl that I haven't found yet. Wherever you are.

Peace.

--Chris

"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

So I asked you a question. Being that there's only one you, one reader at the moment, you know who you are. I said, "What do you want most to hear me say to you?" It's a hard question. I should know. I tried to be fair and answer it from my end-- what do I want to hear you say most?

Hard Question.
But I got to run away from that; it was my question and you had to answer it, not me.

"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

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"Walk away and leave a girl alone? Chris? You've got to be kidding me. That's so unlike him!"
And usually, that is the case. I'm the kind of guy who likes to think that chivalry isn't dead, it just doesn't come standard anymore. I know that chivalry's outdated and can't survive as a modern concept. That's why I have neo-chivalry, a vague nuanced concept that generally revolves around the idea that as long as the girl can conduct herself as a lady, I too have a duty to conduct myself as a gentleman and even when she conducts herself in a less-than befitting manner, I still retain that duty. But I digress. What would make Chris go away and leave you alone? That's what I'm taking away from this-- the question I'm going to try to answer in a vague kind of general way.

"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

I don't like making promises. Not because I don't like being bound to my word, or bound in any sense, but because I don't like to lie. I like to think that a man's worth can be, to some degree, measured by the reliability of his words, and I would like to be a man worth something. This of course extends to promises-- even more strongly so than mere words. I don't like to make promises unless I know I can and fully intend to keep them even at cost. That's why it would be so uncharacteristic of me to say these words. To say something which, inherently contains a promise that I will always be around, that I will not abandon. Ever.

I'd be among the first to say that I wouldn't abandon a girl. Even my roomates-- those who are more familiar with me than most, yet not as familiar as many would like, can figure this out about me. I don't say no to girls often. It's a kind of strange pathological weakness that, until now, hasn't been exploited much. I'm rather thankful. But because I've done so before, it precludes any more promises. I know I can now, and while the likelihood may be incredibly remote, it remains possible. I can probably count the number of promises I've made on fewer than a dozen hands. I don't have that many, but it would only take about a dozen.

"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

I'm so confused. Why does this matter so much? What is it about me? I'm so confused. I don't understand. I've always seen myself as the moth's flame, the will-o-the-wisp, the Lurid A, maybe a shooting star-- pretty, but this ball of molten doom is heading for something and it's gonna hit something. To me, wanting this is like being some sad masochist. I don't understand.

"Tell me that you'll always be here . . .

I'm...charming. I can get that. But there's gotta be a limit, a point where I've hit that marginal benefit curve and more is less, right?

. . . and that you won't leave me here all alone."

But then again, loneliness is an issue for you. Loneliness...ceased being an issue for me before I realized that it could even be an issue. Before I developed that part of my social awareness, I had already become so comfortable by myself, I'm almost thoroughly convinced that I'm either highly tolerant or immune altogether to this sensation of loneliness. But if you feel loneliness, then it's better not to be alone, no matter what kind of devil you're stuck with, right?

But you're not alone.

You have friends, other people, and that's where I get confused.
Where were you before all of this, before I came around again, what was your life then?


"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

but I don't know where I'll be months and years down the road, how can I say-- how can you say that-


"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

How can you expect me to make promises that I can't expect to keep!? How is that any better than lying?! Do you want me to lie to you??


"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

You won't be alone! There's plenty of other people, and there will always be other people!


"Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

And I can't. I've known this was your fear of fears, a meobius strip of events only to lead back to that singular event. That I would walk away again, and that you would be, in ways that I have not, and perhaps may never understand, alone. Sometimes I want to say those things just to make you feel better, but I know you've always preferred the truth to lies. But even so I wonder if my wanting to make you feel better would be enough of a reason.

Who I am hasn't changed. I was Chris back then, and I'm Chris now. But What I am, that's changed. I'm older now. I'm more mature, I like to think. My thoughts are more complicated and I'm not as prone to drive myself into emotional corners with no choice but to spiral downward. I can also recognize that when girls ask hypothetical questions about what you'd do if they kissed you, or licked your ear, that I'm being come onto. But I still don't lie.

". . .Tell me that you'll always be here and that you won't leave me here all alone."

I'm so sorry, miss, but I can't do that. But I can say that I'm here now. And as long as I'm here, you'll never be all alone. I can't promise that I'll always be here, and I can't promise that you'll never be alone. But for as long as I'm here, and you're here, you'll never be alone.

-Fin