piece of plywood lying across the ledge but as I reached up to climb over the wall, I experienced the curious sensation of falling. All at once I realized my foot had fallen straight through the rotting wood and into a giant hole. I screamed as both of my legs collapsed through the crumbling board, and my date looked on in horror, confusion, and perhaps a glimmer of embarrassment at my predicament. You see, it was not just a hole: I had just fallen into an extremely large, abandoned ÄZO [HUR He pulled me out before any of the consternated onlookers could yell at me and I hobbled away from the scene as quickly as possible, shakPUN HUK HIZVS\[LS` TVY[PÄLK Although he was a great sport and took it all in stride, it’s safe to say we’re not exactly planning our wedding. Perhaps I’m just not meant to date... but at least I can forever tell the pun-tastic joke of the time I fell in love H ÄZO [HUR VU H ÄYZ[ date.
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Han River” and “I want you to sit on my face,” I began chatting with someone who didn’t seem like a potential serial killer and agreed to meet him in Busan for a date. We hiked along some beautiful cliffs and ate a picnic lunch with a lovely view. All was going well and I was amazed that I hadn’t embarrassed myself because, as my friends can assure you, I have an uncanny knack for both inQ\YPUN T`ZLSM HUK ÄUKPUN T`self in bizarre situations. But the day was not over yet. At the bottom of a hill was a collection of seafood shacks, though they seemed closed PUKLÄUP[LS` K\L [V H OLH]` amount of construction in the area. As we started walking up the road a semi truck stopped and blocked our path. It appeared the only way to bypass it would be by going through the side patio of a seafood shack and hopping over a retaining wall back onto the road. Not paying much attention to what I was doing, I climbed up on a ledge about three feet high to help me reach the top of the wall. I stepped onto a
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