Dreams of perfect Korean stories

Everyone wants to be Korean in Kathmandu. The boys have their Korean hearthrob haircuts and eyeliners T-shirts they even talk like they're in Korean dramas. And the girls dress like the pretty Korean girls and expect to be swooped off their feet by a brooding cuteboy who has SO much pain and conflict inside him your never know by just looking at him because he's so goddamn pretty. And oh he's ripped inside his tees but you'd never know about that because he's not a showoff bro, he's just there doing his things and somehow accidentally the t shifts up and she realises yes that's the dream dreamy boy.

You can't just transcend hundreds of years of resistance to change and innate boringness in a decade though. No no no no. So the dates may look similar but there's always a datefriend hovering around, and the dates somehow never get quite as well with the friends as they do in the shows. The spark's just not there. The actors look perfect the setting is as good as it gets and the circumstances are conducive. And yet. It's almost as if someone decided to make a TV show but forgot the must fundamental ingredient. The soul.

Relationships flounder and flip and flop until they die a slow painful death because no one can admit their lives are not perfectly directed and choreographed. The love stories that would have been don't because all the authenticity of experience of shared culture identity is out of the window in search for the perfect Korean love story.

But life moves in. Eventually they both find partners get married and keep watching the shows. A secret hope that real life may emulate that on screen some day. The next generations Korean dreams are just beginning though.

Here we go again.