"Mr. Park, could there be some misunderstanding?" I said after calming myself down.
He was taken aback, "You don't like me?"
I was taken aback, "It's not a matter of liking or not liking—"
He was taken aback again, "Then what's the problem?"
I was taken aback again, "The key issue is that we've just met for the first time—"
He continued to be taken aback, "What does that have to do with anything? I'm four years younger than you and also good-looking. You couldn't possibly be dissatisfied."
I continued to be taken aback, but was momentarily at a loss for words. Wow, this guy is really full of himself. Who talks themselves up like this? And his words, they're so unpleasant—as if I was reaching above my station by going on a blind date with him.
Seeing me silent, he thought he had stumped me and couldn't help but feel a bit smug. In reality, I felt talking to him was like talking to a wall, simply impossible to communicate.
