Whatever fancy name I decide to give it, I miss Korea, and I was barely there five days. I missed it before I visited. What is wrong with me, for real? I used to do this over cute guys or fictional characters. Now I have this massive and slightly embarrassing woman-crush on a country. People nudge me and wink and say it must be the beautiful guys, and I do think they’re beautiful, but it’s so much MORE than that. I mean it. I’m not looking to get a Korean boyfriend. I’m not sure I could take it in all honesty – the difference in cultural upbringing would probably mess us up. And, like I told one of my readers, right now my attitude with guys is, “Ain’t nobody got time for dat!” Thanks, internet memes. You sum me up.
I’m sure other people do this with other countries. And I’m sure that once I’ve lived there for a while, it will fade and not be like this. I got over the thrill of being in Taiwan pretty fast, but then I didn’t have a crush on Taiwan.
I’ve talked about Korea here and why Korea there and all a bunch of times. I think I’m seeking validation here for my mania. But I have a little hand-drawn Korean flag on my desk, for crying out loud! I get all fidgety when I think of two years or more separating me from the love of my life. Did I just say that?
I’m going to stop now before I become a target of mockery, although I’m sure some people will commend me for my passion. I bet they’re weird too. We should celebrate weirdity!