From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe

Chapter 12: Soo-jin - Beauty and Red Flags

Soo-jin. Korean-American, stunningly beautiful, and, if I'm being honest, completely out of my league. She had this effortless allure—confidence in her looks—and she was also useful as a sort of aesthetics guide around Korea. From insider knowledge about beauty trends to sharing surprising facts about the country's lesser-known sides, like the prostitution scene, she added a level of intrigue to our conversations. But for all the things I liked about her, there were red flags waving in the background that I couldn't ignore.

I still remember the moment she walked into the restaurant for our first date. My entire being perked up. *My god, she looks like her photos. She's absolutely gorgeous.* There was something magnetic about the way she moved, her charm radiating with every step. I found it impossible to take my eyes off her.

As the conversation flowed, I couldn't resist complimenting her. "You're so beautiful," I said, genuinely mesmerized. She placed her hand on her chest, feigning surprise in this cute, almost theatrical way, "Ooooh, thank you!" she exclaimed, her smile lighting up. Every time I complimented her, she had the same reaction—genuinely happy, or at least that's how it felt in the moment.

At the end of our lunch, feeling bold, I reached out and gently held her hand. She pulled back slightly, saying, "I'm shy... do you usually do this?" There was a hesitation in her voice, and I quickly responded, "No, only with people I really like." I wanted her to know that I wasn't just casually interested—I really liked her.

She called for the check, but before she could do anything, I told her, "It's on me." I handed the waitress my card. She smiled, clearly pleased, and I felt a rush of excitement. I had managed to impress her.

By the time we parted ways, we'd already agreed to meet the next evening and she would show me the lesbian scene in Seoul. I was beyond excited—I'd scored a second date with this incredible woman who seemed so far out of my league.

As she waited for me at the traffic light, I see her busily texting on the phone. Gorgeous. Beautiful. As I cross the traffic light towards her.

Hey, I waved as I see her. I allowed her to take the lead and lead us to wherever we were going. The hill was steep and I was panting . Shit. Is this why Koreans are so fit cause this is an uphill slope. I was bit embarrassed to be panting when she wasn't.

I reached for her hand as we walked, and she held on for a moment before gently letting go, noticing the glances from passersby. I gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Come on, people probably just think we're sisters. Who cares, anyway?" She smiled back, but I held back from reaching for her hand again. We walked side by side, making our way to the bar.

She told me this lesbian bar is one she frequented but inside was empty except for 3 other girls. Geez Is the lesbian scene in Seoul that dead? She sem to know the bartender well and ordered drinks for us.

After a night of talking and drinking, we made our way back to my place. We were both tipsy, and everything felt like a blur, passing in a daze. We showered separately, and then, fueled by the lingering effects of the alcohol, we tumbled into bed. We had sex, the details hazy and rushed, more a product of our intoxication than any conscious intention. Soon after, we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she took me out for lunch, bringing me to eat pufferfish in a private room, located at Gangnam. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and at several points during the meal, I got up from my chair opposite her and slid beside her, drawn by an irresistible urge to be close. I'd lean in to kiss her, and she'd laugh, reminding me that she still had food in her mouth. But I didn't care—I couldn't stop touching her, caught up in the magnetic pull between us.

After lunch, we went to another spot to enjoy some soju, laughing and savoring each other's company. Eventually, she asked what I wanted to do next, and I didn't hesitate. "Let's go back to my place," I said, "and have some more fun." She agreed, and this time, we matched each other's energy perfectly. Afterward, she looked at me with a satisfied smile and said, "You're really good in bed."

Afterward, we cuddled through the night, wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence. Eventually, she had to leave, as she was heading to Busan the next day. I walked her to the train station, feeling a pang in my stomach as I hugged her goodbye and kissed her softly on the lips. Though we both said we'd see each other again, I couldn't shake the feeling that this might be the last time. We parted with smiles and promises, but deep down, I wondered if our paths would cross again.