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Okay, I& #39;m bored out of my mind so I& #39;m going to do another Pandemic Admission: This is another one about the long road to marriage, it& #39;s gonna be rather involved but I think we have the free time. Cool?
As many of you now my wife is Korean-America and I& #39;m.......not. And anyone in an interracial romance might also mention, that doesn& #39;t go unnoticed.
See, when we started dating, TechTv (in SF) was up for sale and, while I think we both knew we were meant for each other, we hadn& #39;t been seeing each other long enough to step it up a notch.
I had been in some long distance relationships that went south so seeing her from LA made me really, really apprehensive. (despite the fact I was flying up to SF from LA every weekend).
So I kinda needed some sign that she was into me enough before I proposed. So I really wanted her to move down to LA first.
We wanted to be chill with her family. So, while she did move down she lived in a separate apartment, 2 blocks away.
This was not the panacea we hoped for. Without a ring on her finger a solid percentage of Seoul was not happy.
But, her mom wasn& #39;t against the idea but needed to calm the family so, in 2008 she comes out to evaluate me, right after E3. I do everything i can to roll out the red carpet.
Car service from the airport, evenings out for high-end Korean food but she& #39;s stadoff-ish. I can& #39;t figure out what I& #39;m doing wrong.
Then, one afternoon at G4, The Wife-To-Be calls and just says "Tonight& #39;s the night, be home by 5" I& #39;m not going to question this but my heart jumps and I start scratching my lower, right back.
Sorry, was on the hone with my lawyer
*phone* hrmm
