[Diary entry #12: February 13, 2020]

Okay, let's say that things could've gone a lot better. First of all, neither Seho nor the rest of the bozo gang paid any attention to me, so I was left on my own all the time, which meant a lot ot trouble. (I'm more than sure that Byeongguk broke the pact and restarted saying shit about me with the others behind my back, but I want to give him the benefit of doubt.)

But do you think I just stayed back, looking around and drinking hard? Or do you think I managed to sneak in close to the guys so that I could enjoy the burlesque show? Wrong! I didn't do any of these things. Instead, it looked like the old Gyungtaeg was brought back from the dead as three girls approached me and didn't seem to have good intentions.

The first one was Geum Heeae's friend, Mo Suhyun. Being Heeae's friend is enough of a criterium for a girl to be a type to avoid, even though she were the last person on Earth's surface. The point is, she was so clingy that I suspected she'd even follow me to the toilet, too. (Another lesson I learnt is that retaining your pee is anything but a good idea.)

The second one was another colleague of mine, Lee Sangmi. She claimed she was just there to get a drink with the other two creeps, but I could clearly see that she was desperate. She insisted that she wanted my phone number even though I didn't want to give it to her. I'd make my mother happy, but I'd be miserable. Yet, I gave in without complaining, hoping that she'd never call me.

My biggest issue, anyway, was with the last girl. First of all, she didn't introduce herself until I bought her not one, but three rounds of drinks and the other two creeps left. Being alone with that drunkard was the last thing I wanted, but, hey, leaving her there on her own sounded mean so I felt I had to stay with her.

I only found out her name when I had to call her a taxi to send her back home and she refused to leave without giving me her number.

Min Seonghwa.

This name is going to haunt me for a while.