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Korean Dramas Are Destroying My Love Life :(


Here I am again, perched on my couch, with a giddy school girl laugh....deeply reeled into  Korean dramas.  Their amusement, characters, story lines, and country have royally killed my love life.  In my world there are no A typical men vying for my attention, with caveman like romances.  Nope, I get the quiet observant males who'll keep their hearts to theirself, while I continue to wonder around searching for potentials in other cities.  Unfortunately, I don't notice the quiet ones, because like many things in my whirlwind world, it's hard to see what wants to be hidden, or what I overlook due to my goldfish mentality.

Perhaps I'm sabotaging myself, and have become a succubus to my own life.  I already know the perfect male doesn't exist, with fluorescent lights indicating their "perfect" qualities, that may or may not be in tune with mine.  However, when I look at these nicely orchestrated dramas, I can't help but think that perhaps my mentally fabricated love lives just belong in books....that I can't seem to put together.  It's hard to write about a world I'm not apart of, or have fully been engaged in, in a long while.  Funny thing, is that on the Real Housewives of Orange County, one kept talking about her love tank being empty or full.  Mine has been empty for so long, that if it gets filled, it might catch on fire and burn out.

However, living vicariously through Korean dramas is fun and lively.  Sometime, I can't take it and promptly turn it off because I get too nervous of an outcome.  Also, there are so many emotions.  Just after an hour I feel drained as if I have been through a therapy session (none of mine were nearly this grueling).  Last but not least, the eye candy is always in abundance :)  My preference in males have always been wide and rainbow like, but am I really going to find some handsome guy that screams drama actor, who makes me leap in excitement, and is brazenly interested in me...................................................maybe.........under different circumstances..................?


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