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My Favorite Bang

Maybe I was giving up. I was five months into my year of teaching in Korea, and all I had managed with the ladies was a spontaneous blowjob in a kiss booth on Hooker Hill. Although it was the best blowjob of my life, the girl turned out to be a bit of a flake. Every time I called her, she encouraged me to visit her in the kiss booth again. But that was an expensive dead end, and if I kept going back for whatever she offered, I would have started to hate myself. If this was the most I could get out of the bar scene in Korea, after hitting it up three to four times a week for months with my pal Mark, then clearly it wasn’t for me. So, I naturally fell into the habit of hitting up one of the most alluring and heavenly venues Korea can offer to a nerdy, skinny guy who grew up spending too much time in front of computer screens: the PC bang. People familiar with Korea refer to a PC café as a PC bang— pronounced like the word “bong,” which means “room” in Korean—because they are quite different from a normal PC café. A PC café exists in any country that lacks enough wealth for the average person to buy their own computer. Korea was certainly this kind of country during the boom of the internet, and with that demand for computer usage being thrown into a gaming obsessed culture, the PC bang became a permanent and unique fixture in the culture, where the main purpose was not to browse the internet, but to game, and game hard. The first PC bang I ever wandered into, out of curiosity ...

... and with no intention of ever returning a second time, became my go-to locale for gaming. I liked it because the screens weren’t so big that I had to strain my neck and eyes when glancing up at the corners for important stats and timers. The chairs weren’t too fluffy and comfy—a gamer never wants to get too cozy in front of the computer; he has to remain upright and fully attentive. I liked how dark it was inside. The smell of microwaved noodles always flushed over me when I first walked in. This seemed to be the place for guys who didn’t go to PC bangs for flair or relaxation. If Rocky had been a gamer rather than a boxer, this is the place he would have chosen to come up in. Three to four times a week, I transitioned the time when I was normally drinking at bars until two in the morning to gaming in PC bangs until that time or even later. I could easily become a night owl because my teaching job was an after school gig that started late in the afternoon. I figured I was using this place as a temporary escape until I figured out what to actually do with my time in Korea, or maybe I would make friendships with some guys who could speak English pretty well. Whatever I was doing there, I knew I couldn’t hope to find a date. But, ironically, the first friend I ever made from going there was a girl. She was obviously the girlfriend of the guy who owned the place—or co-owned it. I never really knew who was in charge, but the desk was always occupied by one of three guys, and if it ...