Koreans are crazy romantic people..

It didn’t take me long to realize this… but Koreans are ridiculously overly-expressive of love and romance. Sometimes it really does make me wince…and other times, I was nearly sucked in ..

Everywhere I go, I see couples wearing matching clothes. And by matching, I don’t just mean a couple’s tee….but more like the exact same shoes + jeans + shirt + hat. They end up looking like those baby twins (except they’re older and hold hands). And because guys here are scarily skinny and have curly hair, it’s quite a task figuring out who’s the guy.

I thought I had seen all that I could handle. The lovey-dovey kissing and hugging couple who is somehow always right in front of you on the subway. The guy standing on the street with a bunch of flowers behind his back and he embarrasingly stands, with his head hung low in an attempt to hide his face. The love motel signs flashing overhead in every direction you look. The kissing bears that couples hang on their phones and sings “I love you..muah muah” when you press the belly. The couple glasses. The couple tees. The couple shoes. The couple phones. The couple mugs. The couple everything……….

But wait. There’s more. As if one Valentine’s day wasn’t enough…Korean’s also celebrate pepero day. Which is Pocky. So it would be Pocky Day. Because Nov 11th lookes like ||||….pepero sticks. Lame? Well….you haven’t seen it lame yet. Walking into any store gave me a fright. I had no idea what was going on. Christmas? Valentines? Why so many wrapped up gifts and ribbons and chocolate moulds and hearts and pink and hearts and more pink and more hearts?

Then I was told by Thuy…it’s Pepero day! Girls make or buy pepero for their boyfriends…to express their love. Oh… I looked around and the store was swarmed with girls trying to decide whether to buy the pink set or the baby pink set? At that moment, I felt like the most unromantic girl ever. And I was glad I wasn’t Korean. I would definitely never get a boyfriend because the idea of making a pocky stick for a guy doesn’t excite me. Nor does the idea of hanging a monkey on my phone, which, did I mention, is bigger than my phone and says I love you … Sorry, but those things don’t give me a fuzzy feeling in the stomach. Maybe a quesy sickness. And my automatic response of raising one eyebrow whenever I go speechless………just like now. Which is why I’m running out of words…I have no idea how to explain it. You just have to come here yourself. It’s like Korean lovey dovey drama….except its real over here. Oh dear.

In Korea, it’s like everyone forever 15…Yay~ let’s spend hours on end making chocolate on sticks and wrapping up them up in expensive wrapping only to be eaten. Let’s wear matching everything….just in case other’s don’t know we’re dating….maybe the kissing and hugging and touching isn’t obvious enough…let’s hang out 24/7 because really, who needs friends? Yay….

Need I say more? Koreans are crazy romantic people…..