DATE NO. 18
NAME: Jang Jaeson aka Jason
INTERESTS:
Tennis, Video Games, Law
Parent Occupations:
Economics professor; Architectural engineer
JASON: Deuce! Damn, Jisu. You’re catching up. You’re pretty good at tennis.
Jisu: I took some lessons in Seoul. That was after I tried to take ballet classes for half a year...right before I took figure skating lessons like every other Korean girl who wanted to be like Kim Yuna.
JASON: Guess I should stop going easy on you, then.
Jisu: Oh, is that your excuse for giving up the lead? That was out! Serve again.
JASON: That wasn’t out!
Jisu: It definitely was.
JASON: Okay, I don’t think it was but I’ll serve again. Can’t go full-beast mode on you yet.
Jisu: Are you saying I’m not a worthy opponent?
JASON: Not at all. It’s just that I’ve been playing for like a million years. I’ll ease into the game for you.
Jisu: No. Play your best. I don’t care.
JASON: You sure?
Jisu: Yeah, I’m sure! If I’m going to win, it’ll be because I actually beat you. Not because you let me.
JASON: All right. Somebody’s competitive. Well, now I have the advantage point.
Jisu: You still need to score one more to win the game.
JASON: Yeah, I know how tennis works.
Jisu: Deuce again! See, I’m not so bad.
JASON: How many times have we tied up now?
Jisu: Honestly, I’m losing count. Are you sure you’re still not going easy on me? For someone who’s been playing for a million years, I thought you’d be—
JASON: Advantage! If you keep yapping, I’m going to finish this game right here.
Jisu: This game isn’t over.
JASON: Game! I win. You sure about that? Hey, that was actually a good round.
Jisu: It only got interesting when you decided to actually play.
JASON: You’re kind of really competitive, aren’t you?
Jisu: After going to Daewon in Seoul and now Wick, it would be weird if I hadn’t developed a competitive streak.
JASON: Fair enough. Everyone at my high school is crazy competitive, too. They’re all trying to do a million sports or get an internship at Facebook while they’re still in high school.
Jisu: Water break?
JASON: Why, you feeling tired already? I’ve only just started. You said so yourself.
Jisu: I’m not tired! Just need a breather. Also looks like you could use it, too. You’re sweating an awful lot.
JASON: You know, the other times I’ve taken girls to play tennis on seons, it’s never ended up like this.
Jisu: Like what?
JASON: Like a legit game and full sets. With sweating and tiebreakers.
Jisu: Oh, did you expect me to be all cutesy and ask you to teach me how to do a backhand? And then hope I’d be impressed by your years of tennis expertise?
JASON: Okay, no. Not quite like that.
Jisu: But some version of that, huh? Okay, that was only the fourth game. Two more. I can still win this set.
JASON: Here—it’s your turn to serve.
Jisu: Yes! 15–0.
JASON: Love.
Jisu: What?
JASON: It’s 15–love. Not zero.
Jisu: Oh. Right. I always forget that. Love means zero.
JASON: Whoever coined that was definitely a heartbroken cynic.
Jisu: Yeah, and I bet they’d hate to see you try to use tennis to woo over girls.
JASON: Is that what I’m doing? Wooing you right now?
Jisu: 30–love. Not if you keep letting me score like this! Where’s your best at, Jason?
JASON: I am trying! This might be the first time I actually lose a whole set on a seon without meaning to.