Blimey, I'd forgotten about this thread. Probably high time I updated it eh?

The "date" with Kay didn't go well, as I remember. I remembered why I found her so annoying all those years ago. She's loud, brash and stupid.

Anywho, I'll give you a bit of an update of what's been going on in 6000 miles away from Blighty.

Alex

Firstly, it's worth mentioning I don't know whether I feel comforatable having got with a girl with the exact same name as me (not just first name, but last name too). But get with her I did, during a boozy outdoor festival last week. I seem to remember our identical names became the focal point for us getting to know each other, and I just chatted to her and made her laugh a bit and ended up getting off with her. Unfortunately, we ended up in a bar across town that was absolutely dead and where her friends pretty much descended on me like harpies and told me I was a prick for snogging her, so I stole a shot of tequila from one of them and went home. The good news is that she wasn't that fit. Pretty, but on the chubby side a bit. I won't lose sleep over it.

Meg

I went out alone last night, figuring that, on Buddha's birthday weekend, surely the entire foreigner population would be at the most popular bar in town right? Wrong. It was dead. I very nearly came home, but decided to talk to the bar staff and just stay for one drink...

5 drinks later, a friend came in with a couple of people, one of whom was an American, Meg (not amazing, but fit enough) who was visiting for the weekend and staying in a nearby motel. We all got pissed and played the guitar and had a lovely time, and I chatted the girl up (I say girl, she's a 29-year-old woman). I can remember telling her I'm a boob man and that hers were very nice (I remember cupping them at one point), and she was generally laughing at everything I said and all was well. At about 1am I went back to her hotel room and so on and so forth. I think I ended up getting about 2 hours' sleep, and in my annihilated state, didn't use a johnny at all (and we had sex a lot) so that's been a bit of a worry to be honest. I always like to wrap up the old chap, especially with girls I don't know, but fingers crossed it'll all be fine.

So Korea is still to impress me as a place to live, but things are getting better all the time. 2 cheeky pulls in 2 weeks, and I've got my eyes on a FIT Welsh girl who comes to open mic nights occasionally to watch us play.

Hey-- Korea huh, ive never been but always fancy Korean girls-- what are they like?

On the whole, fucking fit mate. Girls around my age (23/24) can be ballsy too, and have a bit of English under their belt from learning it at school. For example, to cap off a wicked bank holiday weekend I got chatted up at the bus stop last night by a student from Busan. I'm pretty sure she just wanted to practice her English at first but we ended up laughing and joking and exchanging numbers. A couple of friends have said that dating K-girls can be difficult because of the language and culture barriers but it should be ok. I don't want to shag her language, just her.

Georgie

I suppose there must come a point in a young man's life when he first experiences the regret of having sex with a particular girl. "Surely," I reasoned, "sex is awesome as a matter of course? How could it be a negative thing that you regret?!"

Until the other night, I'd yet to experience it. I'd had sex with girls who were either fit, pretty or both, or at least average. The other night though, I had sex with a girl who was none of these things. I won't elaborate too much, beyond saying I had way too much to drink and got chatting to the barmaid of my favourite haunt, put some metal on the soundsystem and one thing led to another and we ended up doing the deed on the bar with the sun coming up and my first class 6 hours away. It goes without saying that I came home, scrubbed myself with bleach and a wire brush like a rape victim, and cried myself to sleep. It was one of the longest days of my life at school, mostly spent begging my students to have mercy on me since "teacher is very sick". Oh boy, and how.

I'm being horrible though. The girl is a great person, nice to talk to and we get on great, and were that the end of the story then fine. But it isn't, and I'm afraid from a sex point of view, this is one I'll regret. I know before I talked about relaxing one's standards if the offer of sex comes up. I'm considering a small compromise on that policy now.

Emma

In a spectacular return to form, I went on a date with a local girl last night. The girl who chatted to me at the bus stop emailed to ask if I was free to go to the Rose Festival with her. I wasn't really - I'd agreed to meet my friends later on in town, but I said I'd go along as long as we weren't going to be too long.

It turned out to be wicked. There were loads of people, beautiful rose gardens and a spectacular laser show. All free. Best of all Emma and I flirted, held hands and play-fought all night and we had a great time with each other. She looked fucking gorgeous too. I've got a bit of a thing for Asian girls anyway but...phwoar.

Anywho, my friends phoned about 11 to invite me to a place where they were playing an impromptu open-mic night, and Emma agreed to come along for a bit. We had a drink or two and I played with the boys for a while (which seemed to go down well with the lady...and the owner of the bar who gave me a free beer and shot of tequila), and after some karaoke, Emma announced she was a bit tired and wanted to turn in:

E - "Im a bit tired, I think it's time to go"
B - "Ok, I'm going to stay for a bit though, I'll come find a taxi with you"
E - "Can't we go back to yours?"

Yes. Yes we can. See you later boys, Blanca has business to take care of. Unfortunately it was a (shall we say) less than convenient time of the month for us to have sex so nothing really happened, but we fooled around and got semi-naked and had an excellent time and this morning I took her to get her bus. Lovely. The only problem is she spends most of her time living with her sister fucking miles away and doesn't go back to uni in nearby Busan until September (where have I heard this story before...?) so it doesn't look like we'll be spending much time together in the interim, although she's said she'll come back to Ulsan in a few weeks.

I'm a bit unsure of the etiquette though. Were this a Western chick I'd be confident continuing to play the field until we decided to be exclusive. But this chick isn't Western. She spent a lot of time asking me about how many girlfriends I'd had in the past (although I think she meant to ask how many girls I'd fucked, and was surprised at the seemingly low answer) and mentioned she'd only been with one guy before. Plus there's very much a culture of "dating" in Korea. Even if you just take a girl out for a pizza or a drink, you are then dating as boyfriend and girlfriend. Something I'll have to think about. I don't know if I'm after exclusivity here. There's some smashing birds that need my attention in this city.

Ellen

If I was in any doubt over whether to see other girls whilst my Korean girl is away, I'm not any more. It's amazing what a bit of booze and a good party can do.

Anyway, long story short, I went to my mate's band's gig and pulled a girl who I subsequently fucked. She's fit and has a cute face, but to be honest she wasn't the one I was aiming for. Never mind, she (they) will be around another time.

What got me thinking is this. In the past four weeks in this place I've fucked 3 girls and come close to fucking a 4th. Since starting on the road of "self improvement" or whatever nearly 3 years ago (including 1 year at uni), but before coming to Korea, I'd fucked 3 girls. I'm not really any different to how I was back then. I've always been fun and easy to talk to, charming, confident and sociable. What, I wondered, could the difference be?

On Saturday it hit me. Whilst talking to Ellen and her friend (who was doing her level best to flirt with me too), the friend looked at my friends in the band and said, "which of the guys in the band are single? I might see what they're doing later in the week". And that's what hit me. At uni, and to an extent the subsequent 20 months at home, none of the girls were trying to have sex. They had that mostly sorted with their boyfriends of 6 years. Since they were no longer trying to have sex, their sense of fun, being forward and "taking the lead" had vanished. They weren't trying to be fun, interesting and fuckable, and as a result they were boring. Even the ones that were single didn't have a fucking clue how to put themselves forward as being available and up for it with the right man. Here, almost all the girls are single, looking for a good time and are fun as fuck. Happy days!

Next time I'm going to find the stunning girl who took offense at my confederate flag t-shirt. I have the vaguest recollection that I complemented her on her cleavage, and that it went down well. Watch this space.

Ugh. A potentially very uncool situation has arisen, entirely of my own making.

I've been seeing Ellen, above, for a few weeks now - getting together and hanging out at weekend, having lots of lovely sex etc. Happy days. Problem is, it's sort of put us in a relationship without me really noticing what was going on. It's not official or anything - we're still just hanging out, but we've been to a few functions where people have referred to us as "a couple", and her friends have asked her "is this your new boyfriend?"

Like I said, I'm not entirely blameless in this. The first couple of weeks I saw it coming a little; saw the telltale signs that this might happen and did nothing to correct it. There never seemed to be a good time to have the "look, I don't want a relationship or anything serious" chat, but I suppose there never is. I wussed out and now I'm reaping the rewards - girls who I quite wanted to get with over the coming months are increasingly becoming off-limits, and I look like getting into a relationship I'm not especially fussed about having. On top of this, girls who might otherwise have been keen are seeing me as off the market.

Then we hit the joker of the pack - Emma. After a spell in hospital and living with her sister up north, she's back in town for a couple of weeks and guess what? She wants to see me. And make no mistake, I want to see her. I have unfinished business and she's hot as balls. I can't bring myself to tell her I have a girlfriend when in my mind I don't, but it wouldn't be right to do anything with her.

But I have to make a choice - go with the relationship and deny myself shagging other hot girls, or cause a fair bit of heartache to someone who is actually a very sweet girl and a good person. In other words, either I'm a dick to Ellen or I'm a dick to myself.

If you're going to do something wrong, do it right.

Last night I gave Emma a damn good seeing-to. It was freakin' wicked, except for the unusual pre-sex questions that came my way ("why did you use your fingers on me?", "when, honestly did you last have sex?", "you wanna have sex?", "is it ok for us to be doing this? The girl you're seeing won't be mad?"). Koreans, eh? I can't say she's much my kind of thing personality-wise - she's a bit of a princess and we haven't exactly got a lot in common, but I'm not looking to be her boyfriend so it doesn't really matter.

Anyway, now just need to deal with the question of the unwanted potential relationship without causing too much fallout and I'm golden.