“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen… I have a special treat for you this evening. All the way from Florida, U.S.A., I bring you (insert drum roll) not one, but two, blond-haired, green-eyed white people!”
I imagined the Korean man with his face pressed against the window of Starbucks would have said this if he spoke English.
But instead, just a deer-in-the-headlights stare—from him and about 20 others walking the streets of Myeong-dong.
My sister and I tried to focus our attention on each other, and our soy lattes, as cameras flashed and fingers pointed. But being a pseudo-celebrity is not as easy as US Weekly would have you believe.
So we laughed. Uncontrollably.
Three months of ogling and I still can’t get used to it. Nor can I understand why Koreans find it so unbelievable that a white American woman would take up residence in their country.
But it’s flattering, really. Well, besides the whole feeling-like-a-sideshow-freak thing.
I just need to remember to smile the next time a camera goes off…soy foam dripping from my nose is not a good look.