At promptly 2:15 pm, August 24, my friend decided to tell me she was attracted to a boy of unremarkable talents, looks, or skills. He was Korean, with dyed red hair, regular build, good grades, and a playful attitude. He was a friend of one of the girls she hated, yet she claimed she knew him longer that that girl (the Enemy) did.
Naturally, I gaped.
Now, almost three months later, I find her as obsessed as I am with tuna. (Nah, just kidding.) Up to the point where she memorized his schedule, when she can barely remember hers. Quiz her on his favorite food, color, what type of house he lives in, what type of phone she has, and she can answer right away.
Okay, I might have exaggerated on this part, but seriously. SHE IS A STALKER.
I find myself frightened.
Yesterday, she announced she was to have a journal devoted purely to the boy. I found myself purely grossed out. Now she’s fantasizing about how wonderful her “twoo luv” is. And how fantastically he compares to Hwang Tae Kyung of “You’re Beautiful” (Korean dramas, anybody?).
But, she’s a good friend when not so obsessed, so I guess I’ll have to deal with it.
Guess what? I’m making a cheesecake today…~