WARNING – This post contains shallow thoughts and lots of oogles.
Falling in love does wonderful things for brain chemistry, and nothing can get us through a helluva day more delightfully than dreaming about our latest crush. (Science for those interested is here and here.)
Less scientific version: When you see something you like, the pleasure center, a.k.a. NAcc, lights up in your brain. Repeated viewings makes it release happy hormones that flow happily through your body making you happy. One neurotransmitter – dopamine – drives you to keep looking at this object, and another – serotonin – rewards you for doing so.
Therefore, it makes sense that when we find someone cute, we can’t get enough of them.
I have never been dedicated to ONE Mine. There’s a trail of them following me through my drama watching life. I don’t have a specific type either. Ha Jung-woo, Shin (Big), Roy Qui, Lee Jung-jae, Jung Il-woo, Go Soo, Ethan Ruan, Song Kang-ho, LGX, PIE, Lee Jin-wook are some of the many on the list. As I see and learn more about a character or actor, I fall deeper, living with him in my fantasy world for a time until a new one comes along. I slowly let go of the current obsession, keeping fond memories of my loves forever and ever.
Right now, it’s all Chilbongie, and to some degree, Yoo Yeon-seok, all the time. He is not perfect, but he is oh so pretty. Depending on his current role, his face makes us afraid, icked out and SQUEEE! Watching him on Hwasin, I get the impression that cute Chilbongie is very similar to the man himself, only a lot less savvy.
In Reply 1994, his character didn’t jump out at me right away. Oppa so completely owned Najung’s heart, I couldn’t see Chilbongie’s worth. Slowly “hmmmmmm” moments stole my attention, culminating in me deciding to hell with the story, this is all about ME. I WANT CHILBONGIE FOR MYSELF.
( I may be guilty of objectifying the male body with this post, however, I believe the creative team had people like me totally in mind when they presented uri Little Pitcher That Could…Don’t blame me if I have taken the bait, hook, line and sinker, people!)
I love all the things! Where do I begin and what do I include? What did I miss?
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The back. Is this the Korean David?
The black shirt.
The head tilt, my god, the head tilt.
The never-ending cucumber mask.
The egg disaster: Utter shock, suspicion, revenge and pouting.
The “Look I am being friendly!” shoulder nudge, and bonus! The Black Shirt is there, too.
The brown sweater of confession. I love that sweater and have looked everywhere online for one so I can pretend I borrowed it from my boyfriend. You know, the professional baseball player, number 77? I don’t know his whole name, but it’s Kim Something Joon.
The way he says the number 5. Oh so kissable.
The attempt at lying about “all the girls” that come to watch him play…
…when really only ONE matters.
The thrill of victory…
…the agony of defeat.
The eating of the hamburger. OK, maybe my brain was about to short circuit watching this scene but, my god, the hamburger.
Finally, on purpose, I leave you with the Sweaty Hair of Determination and Stubbornness. It is my strongest desire that the SHofDaS will be there for him as he moves on with his life, finds a new love (ME!) and lives happily ever after.
It may be a little painful getting there, ☹ but we know he will smile again. We have seen the future. ☺