They Tell Me I’m Beautiful

14 Jun

Well, I hate to have to tell you this, but I can never, ever live in Korea.  It’s impossible. It’ll never work. For one thing, I’d never stop getting distracted by so many cute guys.  And real gentlemen too!  I fell full onto a dude on the subway today (and I’m no lightweight) and he didn’t say anything even remotely close to Ooomph.  Instead he had me hold onto his shoulder straps for his book bag and talked with me the rest of the trip. Smiling. With gorgeous eyes. Did I mention he was hot?!?

See! I told you I would get sidetracked. Back to what I was saying.  I just cannot make a home here because my head would be so big there would be no living with me. Seriously.  I was stopped 6+ times today (no exaggeration) for people wanting to touch my hair (I’m blonde in a sea of Black-headed people) and tell me how “shiny” and “yeoppuda” (pretty in Korean). That or they wanted to feel my skin (I’m pretty much pure German and extremely fair) to tell me how “pure” and “white” and “oohhhh” it was.  People kept telling me how beautiful I was all day long.   And let me tell you, boy did I eat it up.  Kinda put a bounce in my step and I can’t stop smiling.  That would never happen in the US. 

I even got felt up!  I went to the Dragon Hill Spa today (where you are naked in the women’s rooms) and wasn’t looking while putting my stuff in the locker. Suddenly this hand grabs on to parts better left unmentioned. I look down and see the cutest kid. A 1-2 year old boy had gotten away from his mom and was staring back and forth between me and her. He had a hold of me and just wouldn’t let go. 0_0 I think it’s cause I”m blonde and he’s not used to it? The Mother died of embarrassment. I’m pretty sure she’s still red in the face.  So was I. Talk about Awkward! But the grannies in the room cracked up and couldn’t stop rolling on the floor laughing.  At least he blew me kisses goodbye so he’s not a total grab and run.  Lol!

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