Tuesday

Finally my apartment is starting to feel like a home. I have been able to slowly acquire things through new friends or people who were ust leaving the country. I have a bookshelf now, a bed, a little white fan, and a very temperamental iron, but I believe that I am making progress in develoing a relationship with it.

This past friday I began what I hope will be a quite fruitful study into the sexual and relationship (there should be a better word for this but i can't remember) habits of Japanese men. Basicaly I met a guy, invited him, back to my apartment and had sex with him. That ended my four year hiatus from the world of sexual activity. Do I feel any different? No, just a little more horny than I did before. This little episode, which I wanted badly to actually be a date, but fell miserably short and was only worthy of episode status, did not come with that many bells and whistle. Actually, it came with an "Oh shit!" alarm.

You see, this episode started about a week and a half ago with me breaking down and finally putting an ad on one of those online dating sites. I say break down because to me online dating has always been silly. I'm a people person. I like to examine a person, in person, and see their good points, bad points, and all those little points that blur the lines. You know things like talking with a mouth full of saliva (bad), but being able to say things in such a way that you find yourself unable to even breath (good). Those two things together makes for a gray. I like gray. I find gray to be a happy color. The color of uncertainty, the color of a storm, the color most of the strongest building materials in the world.

Anyway, I put the ad up and was immediately overwhelmed with responses. Keep in mind that my ad was basically about 15 words that included the headline, "Cool American Guy," and nothing more really. I guess too much ifo just makes things confusing. Eventually after responding to a few e-mails I slipped into a rythym of texting with this one cute Japanese guy, Yuji. We would send messages all day asking each other all kinds of mundane little questions: favorite movie?; can you cook?; dance?; etc. Eventualy we both grew tired of this and cooled to simply commenting on our days. He is in college and has a part-time job. I work full time all over the fair city of Nagoya. We are both boring. Basicaly. Eventually we also become really bored with this. One day I reported to him that I was watching Finding Nemo and he blurted... well texted in all caps that he wanted to "see Nimo" too. So we set a date which just happened to be this past friday.

Now I was thrilled. I knew this would turn into a sexual thing and I was thrilled. Like I said its been a crazy long time for me. Anyway, when firday came I agreed to meet him at the train station near my apartment. (I spent the better part ot three days cleaning my apartment. Just so you know.) When 5 came I went to meet him at the station and was greeted with a quite attractive guy. Nice ass, nice skin, nice face, nice clothes, etc. I said, hi. He said, hi. I then began to lead him to my apartment and that is when the package started to come undone a little. As he attmepted to speak I realized that his accent was a bit... horrible. I could barely understand him, and then he basically shot me with the most deadly question I have ever heard:"Do you speak Japanese?"

Okay! Yes, I am in Japan. It makes perfect sense for me to learn the bloody language, but when someone who has been sending you messages for the last ten days asks you can you speak Japanese it means that they fucking can't. That's what I realized almost immediately. As he waited for my answer my mind was overwhelmed with various conversations that I had in the past with Japanese and English speaking people in which we all agreed that in this damn country almost everyone can read and write in English a little, but they get almost triaing in speaking. So their written vocabulary can exceed their spoken by.... fucking powers. At any rate this is what I was now leading to my apartment. I of course answered, "only a little." And tried to string together a short sentence that basicaly said I can only speak a little. I plastered my best fake smile on my face at that point and carried on with leading. When we got to my apartment we watched fucking Nemo and then had about an hour and a half of us trying vainly to penetrate the differences in our languages and find some way for us to communicate.

Then we watched TV for like thirty minutes. I apologized for being a bad host. He didn't understand. I was very horny so eventually I asked to see his dick. He said sure an then I gave him the best blowjob of his life. I wouldv'e fucked him, but condoms here seem a little small and painful. No that is not a testament to the incredible length and girth of my penis. Its average. End of story. Anyway, I made him suck my dick and was pissed because he sucked at it (no pun intended)

Ok this little story is getting a bit long in the tooth. So to wrap up. The bastard hasn't contacted me at all since he left my apartment on friday. I don't know if I'm upset by that. I did meet him on a website called manhunt, we both speak different languages, and we were both really horny. So should I really expect more? Probably not, but one can hope.

hmmm... why should I hope?

I'm gonna stop writing now. If I continue I think I may just write myself into an early grave.

Oh and here is a totally unrelated photograph.