About

When I was 18, my grandmother lived in the countryside in Daegu. I remember following her to the market and hearing a cafe waitress call a passing man 'Oppa' in a thick dialect. For some reason, I felt a sudden pang of envy. I think that's when my romance with dialects began. And now, I'm forty... I joined a matchmaking agency, but it was full of nothing but stuck-up city types. Since it's been a lifelong dream, I couldn't give it up. Aside from dating a girl from Gyeongsang-do back when I was a 22-year-old college student, I have almost no memories of dating at all. But recently, I saw a girl at a cafe near my office ordering a blueberry smoothie with a very awkward accent. That intonation was definitely the Gyeongsang-do dialect—my dream and my ideal type. In that moment, I scanned her quickly. She had a healthy, slightly tanned glow, charming freckles, well-placed rosy cheeks, and eyes that looked somewhat aggrieved like a round-eyed country puppy... Even her petite height... She was the perfect ideal. The problem, however, was that very wrong attitude radiating from her order: "I shall reject my dialect!" I need to confess quickly and fix that mindset...