I am braving grave wrist pain to bring you this blog entry! Okay, perhaps not 'grave pain' but it is seriously uncomfortable. Anyways, so as I'm walking down the street a group of 10 or so middle school aged boys loitering outside of the GS 25 look up and see me, a waegookin female. If I was a Korean female they would have probably gone out of their way to stare at each other, their shoes, the sky, anything but strike up a conversation. But oh no, I got a chorus of 'hi, hello, how are you' and one boy who just kept saying the word 'sex' over and over again. I have a sneaking suspicion that he is responsible for the new graffiti a bit further down the road that says "SEX" on the side of a building. (No pictures...it's alternating between rain, snow and intense wind.) I said a quick hello and ducked into the shop to use the ATM. A few seconds of bliss from the disgusting weather...until all 10 boys pile into the shop and proceed to ask me where I'm from, tell me their names and of course, the sex boy said 'sex' a few more times. I think that counts as mild sexual harassment...or rather, it would in the USA. Oh well.