Reardon and I don’t write a lot of emails to each other, but when he does send one, it always seems to make me laugh out loud. He has a really dry, sarcastic sense of humor, which I like. It’s pretty surprising for a guy that rises with the sun to do pilates on his balcony, then volunteers his Saturdays at the local Korean retirement home and does magic tricks for the ladies whose sons are too busy to visit. I wrote a note to him, saying that I’d be coming to Korea this summer to teach at an English camp. His reply:
This will be a disaster.
You know that Melvin has been fuming ever since he read on your blog that you’re planning on marrying a tall white dude. He thought you had a special connection and he’s liable to be on a bent to prove it to you. Just so you know, I think he’s a little
bit perturbed about being cut of your potential Bachelor’s list solely on account of being short and brown.
That’s funny. Especially since Melvin is married.
Sat, May 28, 2005
This is life