She was on time for lunch. She looks good. A bit thick, but forgivable if she’s as interesting as she seems in her profile.
We meet at one of my favorite lunch spots, Misconduct at 18th and JFK. She’s excited about it. She texts too much for a woman her age. Seems juvenile and desperate, but I think that’s an Asian thing.
I liked her. She’s pretty, funny and smart. She’s like a hot Margret Cho. Lovely hair. Luxurious dark brown tresses. She’s wearing a blue dress and fish nets and cool little boots. So I approve.
Here’s the intel I gathered from her over chicken tenders and sliders.
The premise of the show she created is roughly based on her life as a Korean adoptee; the main character had previously been featured a comic strip by her. The pilot aired in August 17, 2001 on the network as part of their Big Pick competition, a marathon of ten pilots with viewers selecting one to be produced for the network’s fall 2002 season. The series lost second place to Codename: Kids Next Door.
The pilot was created by she and her husband who is also a Korean adoptee. Kim, an adoptee of American-Jewish parents, based the main character on her life experiences as an immigrant. In years prior to making the pilot, she had started a nonprofit organization for helping adopted children locate their biological parents. Her husband felt much of the impetus for the pilot came while searching for his birth family in Korea. However, Kim later remarked that the pilot “had nothing to do with” her life.
The pilot was optioned by The Walt Disney Company before being turned down. Cartoon Network first approached Dunn in Los Angeles, then a comic shop employee who had just moved in. The network, impressed by her work in independent comics which had spread through word of mouth, landed her a job at Cartoon Network Studios, and a few years later, she and her husband produced the pilot.
This all seems amazing but why is she in PA nad not L.A?
She created all of this little greatness with her husband in L.A. He apparently banged his assistant while they were married. Cheated on her with her for a while. Got said assistant pregnant. Kim was already pregnant with a daughter. Kim divorces him and moves back to PA to be around family to raise her little daughter. Career in ruins. Pilot’s a fail. Doesn’t get picked up.
Pregnant assistant has an abortion and leaves Kim’s husband. (Piece of shit) He’s now remarried and has some other kids. Don’t know what the child support number on all that is but I’m sure its steep.
Red flags are waving proud at this lunch but I’ll order an Old Fashioned to steady the nerves.
That was 13 years ago and now she is living here in PA with her daughter. Apparently the kid is amazing and I’m hearing nothing but good things, so as a parent I’m always jubilant about that kind of success.
She said her 13-year-old recently just got boobs but still looks like a little girl. My dark side is struggling with the evil here but I hold fast as a parent and don’t fall into an Asian human trafficking fantasy. I wish Kim hadn’t told me that shit on a first date. It’s just a little weird.
Her daughter is an amazing child who is an A student and a pianist. Dad is out of the picture. I guess that POS is still in L.A. and I can’t believe he isn’t even a presence in his daughter’s life, because even when I felt like I was on my ass I saw Lorelei every other weekend.
Kim hates what’s she’s doing right now. It’s probably some animation/graphic design bullshit because she keeps asking me if we need anything like that for the gym we’re opening. It sounds like she’s on her ass.
(Red flags are still waving proudly in the May afternoon sun outside Misconduct)
We leave the restaurant. The lunch has been good. I walk her to the car park and give her a kiss. She’s hesitant because there is a fat black woman sitting in the lobby of the check out. I don’t care. I wanted to kiss her. I like her.
After the date, we texted over the next few days.
Loves to text.
“Hi Kim! How are you?”
“Doing well. Just going to work. I have some stuff to do this weekend with friends and the business.” (Bold Faced Lie)
“Is there anything that I can do to help with the business? I can always use extra work if you’re comfortable with that.”
(Sounds like she’s out of work)
“But we could meet up again next week for lunch and/or I was thinking movies next weekend? Sorry we’re on different subjects here. How could I help?”
I’m trying to make a second date. Kim is obviously looking for a meal ticket.
“Yeah! That would be fun! Sorry! Promotional video for your online marketing video efforts, maybe working at the tanning salon?”
Now it’s just nuts. I went on one date with this woman. I get her trying to sell me some shit. I’ve been in sales since the 80’s. Suck it. But work at the salon? We have people for that. How fucked are you in your life?
(This is starting to sound like that chick that tried to sell me Amway on a date!)
“We have a video that’s running on a loop monitor in the salon. We’re all staffed up at the salon. (Bold faced lie, Trish is fucking history) I was thinking of us hitting Mac Mart (Awesome mac and cheese joint in Rittenhouse where I know the owners.)
“Oooh Mac Mart. Sure!”
A few days later…
“What are you up to?”
“Sorry. Busy weekend with the sisters and daughter! (Bold faced lie) How are you? Hope yours was good despite the rain.”
“Yeah you don’t text much?”
WTF? I’m an adult and I don’t need to be constantly texting anyone. It’s fucking annoying!
“I was kind of sick but it was nice.”
“When I’m with family I’m a bit off the grid. (True. But in this case, a Bold faced lie)
“Sick? What happened?”
“My throat hurt, coughing but I’m doing ok.)
This courtship is amazing romance.
“How are things otherwise?” (Being nice)
Good. (Sends me some drawing of her and her daughter. It looks like daughter drew it and it sucks)
“So Mac Mart?”
I figured one last-ditch effort just to see.
“Oooh You’re not going to come out to me!”
Here we go…
“Great drawing of you and your daughter.” (Bold Faced… oh fuck it.)
“I mean are you ever leaving the city?”
This is when Rittenhouse Bubble phicklephille kicked in.
“What’s the point? I could rent a car or do a Zip car to come see you no problem.”
“Oh. Well then it was nice knowing you.”
(Really, washed up animator who would work in a tanning salon?)
“If you can’t try to see me… Then.”
And that was it. I never heard from Kim again.
Do I care? Not in the slightest. But I think we could have had some fun going to see some films at the Ritz.
Onward we go!
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