MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER MAKE ME A MATCH!

My aunty (Komo) spent most of the time asking me why I wasn’t married yet. I’m 29 by Korean reckoning and by this age I should have at least had a couple of kids by now. It’s almost criminally selfish of me to have not had kids by now. She had been the one who had introduced my mother to my father and so had a proven track record (um okay). By her thinking the perfect woman for me would be a nice Korean girl who preferably has been educated overseas and so can speak English as well as Korean. I hope she does speak English though if she didn’t it would probably eliminate the need for small talk. In order to entice this lucky lady my aunty asked me for some very important facts about myself. I steeled myself in preparation for a barrage of questions.

KOMO: How much money do you make?

And that was it. Matchmaking is very much a refined art these days.

So if you’re in Changwon, South Korea and my aunty tries to set you up with me. Run! Run away! But if you don’t like physical exercise I like long walks in the moonlight, romantic candlelight dinners and I also have this angry purple rash which I can’t seem to get rid of. I swear it’s not an STD.