Well..so there you have it

Recently I’ve become a picky mofo when it comes to women.

Not in the terms of a rockin bod, or the perfect legs, or the shape of your eyes, but in terms of personality, vibe, and “looks aura.”

I’ve come to find that Korean girls are super super specific about what is attractive.

A conversation recently went like this:

Girl: “Well, do think I’m pretty, but I think I’m attractive.”

Me: “Well…what does that mean? What does ‘pretty’ mean?”

Girl: “Well, a high nose, wide eyes, double eyelids, a V-shape face, the right distance between your eyes and the bridge of your nose, white skin, no blemishes…”

She went on to describe more things in detail of what actually defines being pretty.

This girl was super attractive, but because of these arbitrarily/culturally defined rules, she was quite certain that she was not pretty.

But…I’m not here to talk about women…I’m here to talk about one woman and my date.

It was not.

…a date that is.

After nearly two weeks of texting, mild flirting, etc…when we met I had a few realizations.

These realizations happened at roughly the same time…but for the sake of literary dramaticicity, I’ll make it sequential.

First realization: I had a feeling that this girl was something special before we met. I found that to be still the case after. In fact, I found that the more I learned about her…the more it was the case.

She’s an Engineering major. The loves math. The tutors high school kids in math on the side. She likes mountain climbing. She likes buildings and roads and bridges (I mean seriously…that’s the topper for me). She’s outgoing. Jokes a lot. Sarcastic. Friendly. She likes chicken and beer. A conservative personality.

The more we talked the more I liked her.

However, concurrently I began to realize the second thing:

This girl wants to practice English with me, not date me. Evidently she is quite bad a giving off clues…or I’m bad at getting them.

Probably the second one.

We’re having fun. Talking a lot. Drinking beer. Eating chicken.

She’s asking me questions. Some are light. Some are personal. I ask her the same.

She asks me if I’ve ever been on a blind date in Korea. I say no.

She then asks me if she can set me up with her friend.

uhhhhh……………………………….

………………………………………….

From that point on we still had fun, but it was just….different.

I guess I should have figured. She’s moving to New York in two months, when she first told me I thought it was in a year.

So….well there you have it.

My real frustration is my feeling about this the day after.

I’ve liked 3 girls in Korea. Not seen and said “wow” or seen and said “here’s a girl I would like to date” but actually liked.

The other two I didn’t even try with because I’m a bit of a pussy.

But this girl was by far the best. Maybe not the most attractive of the three to an outside observer. But in my mind a clear winner.

…and this.

What’s a guy to do. It’s a good weekend for a vacation…and guess what! I get one.

Daegu here we come.

-HuskEric