My Favorite Korean Boys, Part 1: Gu Boys

*The “My Favorite Korean Boys” Series*

You’re probably wondering just what exactly gu boys are. So, let me explain. Instead of saying how old they are, Koreans often say the year they were born in; and, gu boys are Korean boys born in the years 1990 and after– after all, gu-ship (구십) is 90 in Korean.

(It’s just another one of those acronym things that Koreans love!)

Anyway, I’ve met a lot of Korean boys, and a lot of them have been younger than me (I’m an 89er), as I mentioned in THIS blog post. A few of them have even liked me, but the way they went about pursuing me was so different from the way older Koreans did that I have to say that I’m more likely to date a Korean guy who is younger than me.

And, here’s why.

Pet was born in 1992.

I used to post on a lot of Korean fashion cafes on Naver. He saw my picture and sent me a message. We talked for months before meeting in Korea. He was so sweet. He rode the subway for three hours and stayed with me during my first few days in Korea. He even helped me move into the apartment that I found!

Unfortunately, he totally turned me off of younger boys, because he was SO needy and sensitive… However, I soon found out that gu boys weren’t worth giving up on just yet!

Y- was born in 1994. He actually dated my ex-best friend. I met him when they were still going out. Apparently, he fell for me at that time, something he told me later, which explains why my best friend slowly became my ex-best friend. He’s been SO persistent about liking me and not being able to forget about me, even though we only met ONCE– and it was a long time ago. However, he’s not in the same state as me, AND he graduated from high school this year.

Me? I’m about to start my third year of law school.

He’s just too young, and there is a reason why things didn’t work out between him and my ex-best friend.

(Let’s just say it wasn’t her fault that they broke up.)

K- is a 91er. He’s so against being told he’s a baby, but he’s got so much 애교, or cuteness! He always gets mad when I call him one, too, because he is a “man”. He even has tattoos and a very cool image. He has the most amazing six-pack, which he tells everyone to touch.

Anyway, we’ve run into each other a lot since last year at the library and Korean karaoke– maybe once downtown, and we finally started something last night at karaoke, because he finally got over his ex-girlfriend.

(We’ll see where it goes. I’m excited, I’ve had a crush on him for awhile!)

But, finally, the person who inspired this post:

S- is also a 91er, and he’s actually K-’s friend.

I met S- last night at the Korean bar. I actually saw him first– he’s super cute, but he came over and said hi to me later. I love that he introduced himself first. Then, at karaoke he talked to me a lot and asked me:

“Are you interested in Asian guys?”

I said:


I didn’t actually say yes. I teased him and said no, and then he said, Oh, I bet you’re only into white and black guys. Then, I told him that my (only) ex-boyfriend is Korean.

S- was really excited to meet me. He’s going to be a freshman at university in the Fall, and he wants to hang out. Yay, another 동생, or little brother!

So, the gu boys approach– its straight-forward and persistent. Most of them are too young to be (real) players, and they still wear their hearts on their sleeves.

So, find yourself a gu boy!

And, here are my favorite gu boys, EXO & BTS:


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A Korean Drama for Everyone

*Korean Drama Reviews, Recaps, &More*

These days, my friends are always asking me about what dramas they should watch; and, there are SO many dramas these days that it can be hard to find the right one. We want romance, we want action, we want history– but, most of all, we want a good story with characters we can live through and fall in love with.

I first began to watch Korean dramas after I met my first love, H-, in 2008. He introduced me to everything Korean, from 한국 음식 (Korean food) to 노래방 (Korean Karaoke).

(But, I’ll save the story of my first love for THIS blog post.)

That year, I discovered DBSK, Soompi, Crunchyroll, and Korean shows– Korean variety shows, Korean sitcoms, and Korean dramas. I stumbled across 논스톱 5 (Nonstop 5), a Korean sitcom. I was touched by the emphasis on family, morality, and love, which was so different from what I saw on American TV.

Addicted, I also watched 소울메이트 (Soulmate), a Korean drama; and, it was Soulmate that made me fall in love with Korean dramas. Since then, I have watched over 40 Korean dramas– something that happened before I actually dated a “real” Korean guy, before I was in law school, and before dramas became filled with idols, but only a few have managed to touch me the way Soulmate did. And, 일년에 열두남자 (12 Men in One Year) is one of the few.

12 Men in One Year is a Korean drama that was made for everyone. Its bold. Its witty. Its funny. Its free-spirited, modern, and sexy. Most of all, its real.

One of my favorite actresses, 윤진서 (Yoon Jinseo), plays the main character. Here, her story is my story, your story– from her first love to her first one night stand– from her best friend who is always by her side to her mother who seems to be leaving– from her old dreams to her new as she tries to make her personal and professional life something more than just a mess.

You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll scream with pleasure watching the deep kisses and steamy 스킨십 (“skinship,” physical affection). And, you’ll get to meet 12 different men who each have a different zodiac sign.

So, what’s your favorite Korean drama?

And, stay tuned for My Korean Wave (and How to Learn Korean)! I’ll talk about my Top 5 Korean artists, dramas, movies, and food, as well as how to learn Korean in six easy steps.

My Summer in Korea, Part 2: Working and Going to School

*The “My Summer in Korea” Series*

Working in Korea

One thing I hated about Korea was working there, but it was probably just because I had a terrible boss– and no, he wasn’t Korean, or even Asian. However, I did get to model and even star in a Kpop video– if 1 second makes you a star, so it wasn’t all bad!

I completed a human rights internship at a human rights organization that I will leave unnamed (at least here). They created a contract with me while I was in America, and then changed the terms as soon as I got to Korea in May– not the Koreans, of course, just my boss who hired me– this American guy.

I wasn’t allowed to do the work my school had given me funding– exactly $2,500.00, to do, which was translate articles from Korean to English, allowing me to study Korean culture. I did complete one piece while there, but they didn’t even publish it. Instead, I filmed things like this protest in front of the Chinese Embassy.







We had it out, and in the end I didn’t quit, but we mutually decided not to work together anymore sometime in June. From then on, my summer really and truly began!

I also tutored, which was more enjoyable, but along the way I met one student who tried to rip me off, which was common. And no, I didn’t let him rip me off.

Once, on the way to tutor my student (the one who tried to rip me off), I was molested while on the subway. Funny thing is, my best friend at the time had told me about men in China who would try to touch women inappropriately with their elbows. At that time, I had no idea that it would happen to me– or just how creepy it was!

And, I had just arrived to Korea, so I spoke some Korean to my assailant and left. He followed me to the next train! Then, the ahjusshi who had been sitting in front of me when my assailant touched me inappropriately suddenly appeared, like Batman.

My hero.

My hero.

He spoke to me in Korean, because he had heard me speaking it before, and he told me that my assailant was “acting weird,” that he had called the police, and that I should go sit in a different train. I was so thankful. Seconds before he came I thought to myself as I stared in the reflection and saw my assailant standing behind me, watching me:

“I’m alone here. I don’t even know who to call. No one will help me, no one cares, because I’m just a foreigner.”

So, after that I think my heart really opened up to Korea and Koreans– as with everything, there would be good and there would be bad.


Good… and bad.

I was also scouted in Apgujeong, and I worked as a shoe model for this amazing unni. 

Her boyfriend was Nigerian. We were flip-twins FOR SURE.


Her store~


So busy~


Pretty shoes~

I was also casted for a music video shoot, and I am in this Kpop video:

But, good luck finding me:

Try 3:04!

Another amazing unni I met at a club in Apgujeong cast me in it. She worked at one of the smaller entertainment companies, like this oppa I met at NB in Sin-nonhyun– my hood!

Going to School in Korea

I attended the Fordham Summer Institute at the Sungkyunkwan School of Law in June, and it ended about two weeks later, which was nice because that meant I could go back to drinking, dancing, and dating.

It was a beautiful campus with a parking lot with pink spots designated for women in heels.


Pink parking spots~


Going down~


Pretty view~


The School of Law~


The field~



On the first day I met an unni who tried to hook me up with her oppa while we were all eating lunch. It was so funny, but he wasn’t my type.

(He was gyopo.)

Anyway, classes were fun. I was cold-called and did well on the first day of class, but after that my Professor stopped cold-calling, because other students weren’t really paying attention.

Bored in class~

Students are always bored in class~

I rode the subway and then bus to and from school every day, but one Korean boy in my class would give me rides home or walk me to the subway.

(I didn’t like him either.)

Once, I took the white kids and gyopos to Bunker (my favorite bar) and Monkey Beach (some grungy club) in Apgujeong. One white boy met this Korean girl at the club. He was so fat and ugly but of course she was all over him just because he was white. He even stuck his hands down her shorts, and she let him…

We ALL saw. I was with my unni at that point, and they were disgusted while I was entertained AND disgusted.

Since I was in law school, we toured some political places in Seoul, too, on the last day before our final exam. I’m not into touring, but I’ll update with pictures later (much, much, MUCH later) because this place was really pretty.

Basically, going to work and school in Korea was the same as going to school in America– for me. I went because I had to, and I did my best not to go hungover.

Other people who went or will go to Korea will have different experiences, because they…

1. Don’t speak Korean and don’t know anything about Korean culture– minus Kpop/Kdramas, which doesn’t count, because most Koreans don’t listen to or care about half the groups/dramas out these days.

2. Usually go to Korea to teach English or attend some special program at a university where everyone they meet is foreign, anyway. Be careful if you do go to Korea to teach, because there is definitely a stigma associated with female English teachers in Korea. They definitely have a reputation, but not necessarily a good one.

One American “teacher” I met had a threesome with these two Korean boys I introduced her to at a club, and then she asked me where she should go to get plastic surgery on her nose. She also asked me how I went on dates with Korean guys.

I met similar girls like her, who always asked:

“So, do you like Korean guys. Have you dated any?”

Then, they would go into explicit detail about their experiences with Korean guys, and how much they hated them– but, not really. They were usually just hurt by some Korean byungshin (loser) or ke saekki (son of a bitch)…

But, lets save the rest of these stories (and my own) for My Summer in Korea, Part 3: Dating. There, I’ll talk about my best and worst dates in Korea…




My summer in Korea was a long time ago. Its a story I’ll have to finish when I have more time!

For now, I think this needs to be said instead…

It was strange. I didn’t expect anything from him– not the way I had expected everything from all the boys and men I had met before him. Was I finally done with disappointment? Was he just different? I don’t know. I think it was because I didn’t really believe that something could happen between us. When I first saw him, he was so tall, so good-looking that I was sure he was either taken or completely out of my reach. I didn’t even think that I would see him again, so when I did, I just smiled….

And, he smiled back.

The next time we met, we sat down and drank together even though he was working at the Korean bar I always went to with my friends. He looked exactly like the man I had been dreaming of, something I told him later after we had both had too much to drink. That same night, he said that I was beautiful– words that I had never heard before, not with so much sincerity– words that I found hard to believe, for some nameless reason.

Maybe it was his honesty, how quickly and easily he poured his heart out to me; and, he still does. I think I’ll miss him when he’s gone, and I’m still shocked by how easily we met and how well we get along. We have so much in common, and he makes me smile, even though he doesn’t say what I want to hear.

He told me he’s not staying, but for some reason, I find that even harder to believe.

Since I’ll do anything to make him stay, anything to keep him, I guess I’m on a mission.

He’s so different from the person I thought I was in love with– the person who left me to cry and panic alone outside of some club. Could any two people be more opposite? Probably not. I made the wrong choice, but I still have the chance to make the right one. In fact, I already have.

I think, all things in life are simple when we see them as they are and not as what we want them to be. I see him as he is, which is strange, because I’m so used to dreaming…