You know when spring time comes around in Provo and it seems like everyone and their pet hamster is dating, and your refrigerator starts to fill up with wedding announcements, and you become painfully aware of your own singleness? Korea is kind of like that. All the time. But without the wedding announcements. (Though enough of my English teacher friends seem to have been to weddings here...) In fact, I think the couple-iness of Korea is worse. Imagine awkwardly reserved PDA (because somehow it's a lot of PDA without actually being a lot of PDA), coupled with couple-y clothes and accessories. Matching sweaters, matching shoes, matching jackets, matching pants, matching phone charms, matching hats, and even matching sweat suits - chances are their underwear matches as well. Added to all of this, I'm quite sure I have been told that I need a boyfriend/husband more in the last three months I have been in Korea than in the full three years I spent at BYU (the Mecca of Mormon Ma...