Balboa may be the prefect man. He doesn't eat my food or drink my coffee. He waits for me to come home and then greets me like I'm Christmas. He doesn't ask a billion questions but instead listens to me babble on and on. He doesn't hog all of the bed and he always lets me be the big spoon.
I wrote about this on my Facebook status update today, something similar to it that is, and it came about after one too many people asked me if I was single or not and if I had a man.
"I have a man", I replied today. "He's a beautiful Mexican that left his life in Korea and travelled on two planes so that I wouldn't be alone here anymore". At first my response was greeted with an "Awwww, that's so sweet" and a "You're so lucky" but when I started to elaborate on my original response the "You're so sweet" and looks of envy changed to most definitely her saying "You're so weird" in her head and looks of confusion.
I think I'll just stick to answering "yes" to the ever-so often asked question of if I have a man or not. Perhaps I'll add in a little silly remark too with that yes, like "and he's got four legs" or "and he's a foot tall" because that question is just becoming way too repetitive and annoying. "Do you have a man" in Canada is like "Do you have a baby" in Korea.
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