Currently listening to: Diet Pepsi – Addison Rae
Losing all my innocence in the back seat
Say you love, say you love, say you love me (love me)
Losing all my innocence in the back seat
Fog up the windows in the parking lot
Summer love (ah, ah), sexy
Sitting on his lap sippin’ Diet Pepsi
I write my name with lipstick on your chest
I leave a mark so you know I’m the best
NGL, I caught myself doing that the other night.
There was definitely a phase where I found myself dating military men back to back. Three Army, two Navy, and one from the Air Force. It wasn’t intentional—it just happened. I guess there’s something about the uniform, the discipline, the protector energy.
FYI: All Korean men serve in the ROK (Republic of Korea) between the ages of 18 – 28 years old. My dad served two years in the ROK Army as did his five siblings, one was ROK Marine Corps.
I wouldn’t call myself a girly girl, but under the right circumstances? I could without a doubt lean into it. Especially when I’m suffering from decision-making fatigue—which is often. Sometimes I don’t want to be the one constantly leading, solving, fixing. Let me wear a cute dress, eat snacks, and delve into the softer side of things for a change.
And without fail, at some point early on, every one of those men would ask me, “Do you want to have kids someday?” I’d look them dead in the eye and say, “I am the baby.” I say it half-joking, but I mean it. I’m habitually tired, always a little hungry, and I thrive on affection.
That answer tends to split the room. Some guys look at me like I just crushed their dreams of being their personal baby making machine and building a little army of mini-them. Others? They laugh, they get it, and they roll with it.
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