Just as I was trying to figure out how I could pretend not to see him if we got on the same bus, something that has NEVER happened to me in my two years in Korea happened...bus friend leaned forward and started to hit on me (ok, so really he just started to talk to me, but let me have this one, ok?) Right when he was about to ask for my business card, the christmas bus appeared.
This bus is the mythical blue 470 from gangnam to jongno...bedazzled for two glorious months out of each year with sparkles, spangles and all manner of lights. I have dreamt about riding the christmas bus for about as long as I've dreamt about being talked to by a hot korean man on the streets of Seoul. And of course the fates chose to converge in a cruel twist at that very moment, making me choose between the two????? Well of course, we know which one I chose...as evidenced by the fact that I am sitting here on a Saturday night typing this story instead of drinking hot vanilla with my namja chingu. hrmmmph.