He was my first FWB. Ghosting was a trend and my heart was too naive to be filled with barbs.

“Are you a guy pretending to be a hot Korean guy with sex slaves?”

He was hard, shiny, and purple-pink. 

I couldn’t help but stare. 

It wasn’t just the shining monolith that caught my eye; it was the sound. The squeaky, squishy, jerky movements caught my attention.

“Are you ready for Dizzyland?” Seoul is the place where all your dreams will come true. Mice everywhere. Which one will you play first?

He lived happily ever until he needed his next blow job.

“Do all men like blow jobs?” A Korean girl asked.

“Never heard of a guy who would pass on a blow job,” said someone.

“Do you want to play?” I asked.

“Play what?”

“The Byeontae Game.”

He came from a distance. Tall, mysterious, Korean. But, it wasn’t him. He wasn’t going to sweep me off. I did. I kissed him first.

“Congratulations! Second Husband.”

“Don’t call me that,” he told me when we started our vid chat.

“Second husband? Why not?” I smiled. “But, it’s the truth. You’re my second husband. You proposed to me, and I said, ‘yes’.”