The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

D is for Diary of a Serial Dater Pt 2.

It had been six years since my short lived relationship with Bambam. I still missed him sometimes, especially when I ate Thai food. I would often mutter a little Thai phrase that he had taught me back then while I stuffed myself with the delicious cuisine.

No jokes, but I ate Thai food often just to remember him. I really should have just reached out to him, but I felt like I wasn't good enough for him now, he was a big shot model all over Asia now, and it would be really dumb to send him a DM on Instagram that he was probably never going to read or see saying "Hey, remember me? It's Rita :), we used to date six years ago when I was in middle school."

It was even more pathetic when I thought of it, I tried doing it once, typed out the entire thing, stared at it for over thirty seconds before I wiped it clean, threw the phone into my bag and headed out to my fourth blind date this month.

I hadn't been in any other proper relationship since Bambam, so what?

My life over the past six years has been flings, and occasional one night stands that I still highly regret because they were either no good, had less than pleasing to the eye dicks, or puked all over the bed from excess drinking, sigh, I really am pathetic.

"If this doesn't work out, I'm gonna blame Jennifer for introducing me to this work colleague of hers." I thought to myself as I sat in the back of the taxi.

Junho (ehem, blind date dude) and I had been texting for a little over two weeks now, and decided to formally meet each other over a meal.

If this turned out badly, not only was I going to blame and wail all night to my roommate Jennifer, but I was finally going to send in my application for being a nun to Vatican City.

I exhaled slowly as I stood in front of the restaurant, it was a nicely rated restaurant right in the heart of Gangnam.

"Here's goes nothing, just the seventh blind date in two months." I said to myself after adjusting my dress and walking into the building.

I honestly should have a PHD in this, I am literally the don of blind dating at this point.

All that was missing was a frame on my bedroom wall with the following words.

"This is to certify that Rita Amelia Jones has completed all the necessary qualifications in body, mind and spirit to be awarded a doctorate certificate in Blind Dating."

Fuck my life, seriously.

"I'm seated by the window to your left once you get in." I read his text which came in eight minutes ago.

"I'm also the most handsome man in the restaurant if you can't find me with those directions." Was the last text he sent and I couldn't help but scoff.

Sure I had never seen him before, I wanted the thrill of seeing him for the first time to be at our first date, and it helped that his profile picture was "Rich Boys Club" written in gold with a black background.

My eyes scanned the perimeter of the restaurant and they landed on an extremely handsome man in a navy blue suit, he sat by the window, legs crossed, his right hand across his abdomen and left hand holding a glass of wine to his lips.

He gave me very Junho-y vibes.

Overconfident, rich and handsome.

He was also staring right at me.