No longer scandalous story
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, 07-27-2009 at 11:43 PM (3682 Views)
I promised that I would tell Virgil a scandalous story one day. It was a scandalous story to tell in front of respectable ladies one and a half decades ago in Korea. What I know of Korea may or may not be true anymore. Anything sexual or related to the tail end of our digestive system would be considered scandalous or at least inappropriate to narrate in front of a genteel lady back then. A girl who considered herself respectable and proper would be indignant if told such jokes or tales.
I have to describe first what kind of a girl I was before starting my story. I was never rebellious, though high-spirited and passionate in a quiet way, but always more observant and adaptable. The whole society promoted obedience, lady-like behaviors, and gentle temper in girls with praises and silent censures. At that time, if someone said I was passionate, I would deny it and get upset quietly, quietly because showing such emotions was not proper either.
Now here is the story that became amusing only years later:
My French boyfriend and I met in a dorm at the university and we were just starting to go out after being good friends for six months. There was a rumor that we were more than friends. There was another dorm couple who regularly made love in her room which happened to be next to my boyfriend’s. The dorm room ventilators are all connected and we could hear her high-pitched moaning during their intercourses. Obviously we were not the only one who heard her and it must have circulated around our dorm neighbors. A dorm friend casually mentioned that we sounded like we were having fun with such a voice. I was shocked and speechless, thinking how he dared to allude to such things, while my French boyfriend was smiling and looked even happy. My indignation was getting worse because my boyfriend, who should defend his girlfriend’s honor, was standing there happy as if the best compliment was bestowed on him. I did not talk to him for three days, all the while he pleaded to tell him what he did wrong because he was not telepathic to read my mind. This was our typical way of fighting then.
The French boyfriend is now my husband and, fighting off the first year of our marriage with many misunderstandings, we bridged our cultural differences.