Let's call things by their name. This is not a romantic comedy. It's barely a romantic drama. The Netflix publicity poster that has three men following a woman like she's a bitch in heat is misleading. It's even less funny than that. There are no hijinks and no hilarious misunderstandings. The supporting cast is led by a mother who pays lip service to supporting her daughter while she channels every social prejudice.

It's nothing more or less than an infertility melodrama. If that's what you were looking for, stay. Otherwise I cannot recommend it.

There are three men involved. One man looks like he lives in eternal sorrow and puts on a happy mask. One man looks like he's having a sad, incestuous fantasy. And one child doesn't even know why he's part of the conversation as we watch another woman pursue him for most of the series. It's not even a love square with three men urgently looking to deposit their seed. It's a meat market with a selection of goods about as appetizing as a Soviet supermarket shelf. In the end she buys whatever's available on any shelf and it's half a pound of ersatz mortadella.

Jang Na-ra did her reputation no harm in this role. She was given little to work with and made it look like a lot. The male leads were given crappy stories and struggled to rise above them. Park Byung-eun demonstrated his uncanny skill for looking pathetic in a role that wasn't good enough for him. The supporting roles were generic and bereft of standouts.

As another reviewer correctly said, I felt catfished.