Waiting for an elevator at the biggest department store in the world

"Hey man, where are you going?" I hear, and turning around, I see a Gyopo.
"The bookstore-"
"-bookstore bookstore Yeah that's fifth floor What are you doing here man Meeting your friends here Where are your friends man?"
"Oh actually I'm here alone, I'm from Seoul, just taking a break-"
"-Oh that's cool man I lived in Seoul too I live here now but I lived in Seoul Where do you live in Seoul?"
"Up north. Dobong-gu-"
"-Do you know like which subway stop?"
"Ssangmun-"
"Ssangmun ssangmun No I don't know that."

He's blinking a lot and I realize he's really strange. I feel awkward that I've already told him so much about myself in such a short period of time.

"So do you have a girlfriend man?"
"No"
"Why not man Just not interested Do you like Korean girls or American girls?"
"Yeah, I just don't have one, I don't know why. Do you?"
"Yeah an American girl-"
"-You don't like Korean girls?"
"I want to marry an American girl move to America get a good job at a good company you know."
The elevator arrives, cutting our conversation short.
"Hey man do you Facebook Do you have Facebook?"
"Yeah-"
"-Add me on Facebook man"
"Or you can add me. My name's really unique-"
He shook his head quickly with his eyes shut "No no man just add me My name's James Kim and my profile picture's Brad Pitt From Fight Club."
"Alright man sounds good."

When I got back to Seoul I looked him up. His profile was there, with exactly the picture I was expecting. I have some Facebook friends who I've talked to even less than James Kim. I have only a few Facebook friends who have asked me to ask them to be friends.

I didn't add James Kim as a friend.