I came to Korea with a goal and determination.
I would not get the yellow fever.
I would not be into guys with perfect style and man bags.
I would shun the popped collars and the carefully styled hair.
I would not yield!!
But some things change.
I feel like its been a long time coming.
And now, I'm sick with it.
I'd like to think we're in love. But don't tell his girlfriend (of 1202 days, mind you).
Also, what might have pushed the fever above 100 degrees was a certain beautiful Korean man I met on Sunday. And if you're lucky, you'll read more about him later.
And if not I'll still write a weirdly creepy confession of my random obsession of him at a later date.
I'm here to please!