Find me a find, catch me a catch...

Koreans like to play matchmaker, it seems. I think like in some other cultures, they don't like to see someone, probably especially a girl, hit a certain age without finding a mate. The very first night I was here, when I was at the bar with all my coworkers, I was asked if I was married or had a boyfriend. At the negative answer, I was immediately referred to the guy next to me, whom I haven't seen since. I'm not even sure if he's a teacher at the other branch of the school or if he was just a friend of someone's. But he was single, and Heather made it a point to note that he is considered quite handsome for a Korean.

When I was getting my hair dyed (dark red with blonde streaks) at the salon the other day, one of the hairdressers asked me the Single question. Then she slapped my hairdresser on the stomach and told me he's a good catch (or whatever Konglish equivalent, I don't remember).

Today I went out to lunch with my boss and mentioned that I like little kids, as there was a cute one running about. She said it's because it must be time for me to get married. Then I explained to her my opposition to marriage, and she agreed, actually. I mentioned how my mom thought it would be nice to have some little Korean grandkids, and Heather thought that was so funny. Then she got the Idea.

Nine hours later, as I was leaving work, she said she found a very tall Korean guy for me who had studied business in the US for six or seven years and she would hear back from him next week, since she's leaving to go to Hong Kong tomorrow for the long weekend.

Now I'm a little nervous.