by Shelt Garner
I don’t know what came over me this evening during a nap, but I had a very amusing dream about supermodel Gigi Hadid. In the dream, I was back in Seoul at a party somewhere and she stood right in front of me, really close. I tried to get her to go on a date with me, to no success. (Even in my dreams, I can’t score.)
But for a moment, I was happy.
I was happy because I was back in Seoul and something of note was happening to me. Everyday living in South Korea was an adventure for various reasons. I ran into all kinds of interesting — and sometimes famous — people while in South Korea.
Yet all of that was a long, long time ago. Even if I could magically go back to South Korea — or, move to NYC or LA — I wouldn’t be young. The entire context would be different. If I tried to date someone as young as I feel, then I would be seen like Dane Cook – a creepy older dude dating someone way, way, way too young for me.
I hate being old.