I told Jin Ran I was breaking up with him because I liked old men—rich, independent, quick to die, and generous with their estates—and asked whether he could offer me that.
Years later, I went on a third-rate prank show and was told to call my first love in front of a live audience.
I called Jin Ran. “Let’s get back together.”
After a long silence, his deep voice came through the phone.
“I’m twenty-seven. I’m not dying anytime soon.”