It's Sunday, June 23, 1991. I've just broken up with my girlfriend Ashley two weeks ago and I've broken up with my week-long sexual fling Junko who had stalked me to Tokyo Disneyland yesterday.
Pimpin' ain't easy.
I'm up this morning at 9:30AM. I clean my apartment trying to get rid of the smell of sex that permeates the air thanks to Junko. I do this so as not to frighten away the next woman who is sure to come along - as I have yet to ask a woman out here in Japan.
I've been here for nearly 11 months and it's been a fool's paradise, with me being the fool.
I do two loads of laundry (especially my sheets) and clean out my aquarium.
I call home to Toronto and talk to my mom and dad and get more details about my mom's trip here to Japan. As soon as I hang-up, my friend John Kutchera calls to tell me about his trips here to Japan.
These two visitors are going to severely cut into my 'dating'.
John is arriving on July 28, staying until August 16. My mom's coming on August 12 and staying until the 30th.
My plan is to meet John in Tokyo during the Orientation of the new assistant English teachers arriving on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme. I'll keep him in Tokyo for a few days, take him back to Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City) where I live - and then he's on his on.
I'll be heading out to Thailand between August 7-12 - where i will actually meet my mom and hang out with her there.
John can either stay at my place while I'm in Thailand or at Barbra's - some women he knows here.
I watch a few videos sent to me from Canada until a student teacher from Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School - one of the seven schools I teach at in the city) comes over for a visit. I wish I knew his name, but he - like a lot of Japanese folk - says his name too quickly and only once. I feel very stupid to have them keep repeating it, so I've developed a conversational style where I never say a person's name.
He and I watch a movie I have rented: The Final Countdown, where a nuclear aircraft carrier is sent back in time to the day before Pearl Harbor is attacked by the Japanese thereby involving the US in WWII.
Do you have any idea how unnerving it is to watch a movie like this with a a Japanese person? I have to suppress the urge to giggle when I see two F-14 jets fly circles over a Mitsubishi Zero airplane. Then when they blew up the Japanese fighter, I almost yelled "All right!", but remembered my guest and swallowed my glee.
My guest left half-way through the movie, so I watched the rest of it, watched more videos and then got ready for my dinner invitation to Mr. Oyamada's house. He's a teacher over at my favourite school, Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School). I wish I could tell you that he was an English teacher - but no. He taught Science, and knows very little English. That's okay, because I know very little Japanese, so we should be okay. No... wait a minute! It's going to be very difficult!
He picks me up in his white car at 6:15PM. His place looks like a dump on the outside, but inside - it's beautiful. We have a meal of ikka (squid). There is ikka this and ikka that and cooked ikka and raw ikka and something an ikka would eat. It's fantastic, and not very icky at all. I love ikka.
Oyamada-sensei (Oyamada teacher) has a very cute 16-year-old daughter whom I make a pass at when I'm drunk. But I think she started it.
Man... I need a girlfriend or I'm going to get in trouble in this country! Thank goodness, my common sense was only partially impaired and stops me from being a complete ass!
Oyamada and I have six beers apiece and far too many glasses of o-sake (sake = Japanese rice wine). Throughout the whole evening, I have no idea what anyone said to me - and I'm sure they felt the same way about me.
I had a great time and was home by midnight thanks to the sober Mrs. Oyamada driving her very drunk husband and his very drunk and new gaijin (foreigner) buddy to my place five minutes away.
I am so drunk but I miss not having Junko arrive at my apartment 30 seconds after I do.
Somewhere, Oyamada's daughter goosed my bum,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Thin Lizzy: BACK
PS: No excuses here. I should not have hit on a 16-year-old, even if she did start it. It's why I am so glad I don't teach at the Girl's High School here in Ohtawara. It's less temptation. The girls have no problem in throwing themselves at me, which is scary.
Pimpin' ain't easy.
I'm up this morning at 9:30AM. I clean my apartment trying to get rid of the smell of sex that permeates the air thanks to Junko. I do this so as not to frighten away the next woman who is sure to come along - as I have yet to ask a woman out here in Japan.
I've been here for nearly 11 months and it's been a fool's paradise, with me being the fool.
I do two loads of laundry (especially my sheets) and clean out my aquarium.
I call home to Toronto and talk to my mom and dad and get more details about my mom's trip here to Japan. As soon as I hang-up, my friend John Kutchera calls to tell me about his trips here to Japan.
These two visitors are going to severely cut into my 'dating'.
John is arriving on July 28, staying until August 16. My mom's coming on August 12 and staying until the 30th.
My plan is to meet John in Tokyo during the Orientation of the new assistant English teachers arriving on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme. I'll keep him in Tokyo for a few days, take him back to Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City) where I live - and then he's on his on.
I'll be heading out to Thailand between August 7-12 - where i will actually meet my mom and hang out with her there.
John can either stay at my place while I'm in Thailand or at Barbra's - some women he knows here.
I watch a few videos sent to me from Canada until a student teacher from Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School - one of the seven schools I teach at in the city) comes over for a visit. I wish I knew his name, but he - like a lot of Japanese folk - says his name too quickly and only once. I feel very stupid to have them keep repeating it, so I've developed a conversational style where I never say a person's name.
He and I watch a movie I have rented: The Final Countdown, where a nuclear aircraft carrier is sent back in time to the day before Pearl Harbor is attacked by the Japanese thereby involving the US in WWII.
Do you have any idea how unnerving it is to watch a movie like this with a a Japanese person? I have to suppress the urge to giggle when I see two F-14 jets fly circles over a Mitsubishi Zero airplane. Then when they blew up the Japanese fighter, I almost yelled "All right!", but remembered my guest and swallowed my glee.
My guest left half-way through the movie, so I watched the rest of it, watched more videos and then got ready for my dinner invitation to Mr. Oyamada's house. He's a teacher over at my favourite school, Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School). I wish I could tell you that he was an English teacher - but no. He taught Science, and knows very little English. That's okay, because I know very little Japanese, so we should be okay. No... wait a minute! It's going to be very difficult!
He picks me up in his white car at 6:15PM. His place looks like a dump on the outside, but inside - it's beautiful. We have a meal of ikka (squid). There is ikka this and ikka that and cooked ikka and raw ikka and something an ikka would eat. It's fantastic, and not very icky at all. I love ikka.
Oyamada-sensei (Oyamada teacher) has a very cute 16-year-old daughter whom I make a pass at when I'm drunk. But I think she started it.
Man... I need a girlfriend or I'm going to get in trouble in this country! Thank goodness, my common sense was only partially impaired and stops me from being a complete ass!
Oyamada and I have six beers apiece and far too many glasses of o-sake (sake = Japanese rice wine). Throughout the whole evening, I have no idea what anyone said to me - and I'm sure they felt the same way about me.
I had a great time and was home by midnight thanks to the sober Mrs. Oyamada driving her very drunk husband and his very drunk and new gaijin (foreigner) buddy to my place five minutes away.
I am so drunk but I miss not having Junko arrive at my apartment 30 seconds after I do.
Somewhere, Oyamada's daughter goosed my bum,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Thin Lizzy: BACK
PS: No excuses here. I should not have hit on a 16-year-old, even if she did start it. It's why I am so glad I don't teach at the Girl's High School here in Ohtawara. It's less temptation. The girls have no problem in throwing themselves at me, which is scary.
