“???! ???!” (“No! No!”) he yelled as he quickly pointed to the door and seemed to just brush the foreigners all out with a swift swish of his hands.
Outside of the “special” massage parlor we all laughed at how I tensed up and didn’t know what to say and how I just acted like a confused foreigner and started asking for beer. It was a funny night and we all laughed about it, but I didn’t really look at neighborhood quite the same after that. Here was a place like that right by my home, within walking distance of my apartment. If ever I felt lonely or wanted some sexual satisfaction, I could just walk over there and get some. It was different, because in NYC prostitution is illegal, and there are certainly rub and tug massage parlors throughout New York, but they’re not common and they’re not so obvious as they seem to be here. To find one in NYC you’d have to look for an ad in the back of the Village Voice and then do some hunting to actually find the place. Here you walk down the street and you see double barber poles spinning everywhere.
With more of a prevalence, prostitution becomes more of an option.
That night that I came back home from Shinchon after being left high and dry by Monica, I opted for the next best thing. Confused with Korean women and how to get by here, I was frustrated and in need of some sexual release, something to help get out all the pent up steam from moving over here and starting work here and adapting and having to learn new customs and ways of doing things. So I figured I’d take a trip to the local massage parlor and test out their wares.
I’d never been to such an establishment before. I really didn’t know what to expect. I went in from the rain, and was greeted by the same old guy who was laying down again. I didn’t know what to say, but I remembered seeing ?? [ahnma] outside and looking it up. It means massage. So I went in there and this old guy’s looking at me, and I had a hat on this time (to be more discreet, I figured if I was going to become a john, I needed to be discreet about it). I felt a little embaressed about my last time there. I was hoping he wouldn’t remember me.
I doubt he remembered me, but that didn�t really matter, because there I was standing in front of him and I didn�t know what to say again. I could order myself a beer, I could order myself food, I could direct a cab to my apartment, but I didn�t know what to say to a pimp in a brothel, I didn�t know how to order or prostitute or even what I should say in such a situation. So I pulled together what little I knew:
�?? ???� (which pretty much means, �Give me a massage�).
The old man led me down the dark hallway with the different rooms. I could see that none of them were occupied because the curtains were all up on them. In each room was an empty bed with a single pillow on it. At the head of each bed was a sink and a mirror. He took me to the end of the hall and then down another hall that led to the left. There were probably around 10 or 12 rooms in the place, all of them empty. I was quiet and cautious, afraid of seeing someone. But no one was there. I didn�t know what to expect and my heart was pumping fast. The adrenaline was flowing, and I was nervous, but ready. He turned the light on inside this little room all the way at the very end of the hall in the room furthest away from his little mat where he slept in the foyer. I thought this would be good�I wouldn�t feel so self conscious about him possibly hearing some sounds that came from the room. I know that during the act, he�d be the last person I�d want to visualize or think about, and knowing that he�s right outside the door would make things difficult.
He took off his shoes and stepped up onto the wooden floor of the room. I did the same. He pulled back the blanket on the bed to show me�well I guess to show me that it was indeed a bed. I took jacket off and sat down on the bed trying to relax myself through my nervousness. Then the old man put up his fingers and said some indecipherable number plus �won�.
It was time to pay the man. He held up 8 of his 10 digits. I stood up to get my wallet out of my back pocket. Standing next to him I realized how much taller than him I was. I also realized that in this little room we were standing pretty close to each other. I tried not to think of that. I tried to think of the hot girl that would come in and take my clothes off. I pulled out a 10,000 won note, thinking he meant 8,000 won. �No� he shook his head and showed me 8 fingers again, this time pointing to my 10,000 won note. He was trying to tell me:
Ouch. That�s a lot. About $80 U.S. dollars. A lot of money for�well I wasn�t even sure. Would I just get a massage? Would I just get a handjob? Or sucked off? Or fucked? Would that cost extra? What if she wasn�t hot? What if she was fucking ugly? Could I get my money back?
Regardless of all this, I didn�t have any money anyway. All I had was 12,000 won, quite shy from the 80,000 this ajjoshi was asking from me.
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