Pop Goes My Bubble

Never in my life has my personal bubble been flirted with, picked on, beat up, and smashed to death.

It was confirmed today that my bubble has officially been popped and I don’t even flinch at those “used to be” or “could be” awkward/uncomfortable situations.

Tonight, I went against the Korean definition of beauty and went to the tanning booth. I was put behind a curtain and given a kitchen towel size towel to take my clothes off and put my tanning lotion on.

It was obvious my bubble was popped because ….

It didn’t bother me that the curtain separated me and a lady getting her nails done…

Or that when I was topless, a worker just came right in asking for my name and phone number for her records…
Or when she asked if she could lube up my back (which was actually handy)...
Or when she pulled down my underwear and put lotion on my ass (as if I couldn’t reach it)…
Or when I walked through the curtain in my kitchen towel covering my upstairs and my underwear (thank goodness I wasn’t wearing a thong) covering my downstairs through the nail salon to the stand-up tanning booth.

I guess living in a city of 14million people crammed into a small space will pop your personal bubble and force you to just roll with the punches sometimes.. and I am actually thankful… so THANK YOU Seoul, Korea.

Side note to cap the night off – Before all this, I had to pee in a shower aiming at the built-in tile canal on the floor. I was thrown off and didn’t know which way to squat – towards the washing machine or away- I chose looking away.

After tanning, I put my socks back on and they were wet. I was thinking, “god, did my feet sweat that bad today?” Then I shamefully realized… I think aim was a little off in the shower… Let’s just say it was a moist walk home.

Ya win some, ya lose some… and this time, the shower won.