I'm being stalked.
It's still Saturday, June 22, 1991.
I'm in Tokyo Disneyland with my ex-girlfriend.... now you might think it's her that's stalking me - but aside from her being an ex-girlfriend who was afraid of a man who actually paid attention to her and wanted to be around her, Ashley was pretty normal.... except... now that I think of it (in 2011)... what the hell?! Ashley was always at my apartment in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) in Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture) in Japan. If she thought I was crowding her - stay the heck away from me! Her place was so tiny and cold and had uncomfortable furnishings, that I didn't spend more than a three nights at her place in all of the time I knew her (nearly 11 months as of this blog entry).
Okay... enough about that.
Junko was stalking me.
Junko is a 21, 5'-4", slender Japanese woman with a nice set of sweater puppets. She's curvy. She's smart. Speaks English like a native. She like me... a lot.
Two days ago - well, actually Friday morning, I said good bye to her, as I figured that would be the last time I would ever see her. She had to go back to university, where she was learning how to be a teacher. Want to see how we met? Read THIS. It will save me having to recap everything.
Anyhow... Junko has apparently followed me to Tokyo Disneyland. I'm with Ashley. It's not a date, bur rather a Tochigi-ken JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme gathering with only four people. But I love Disneyland - and I'd rather die than miss out on this.
Unfortunately, with Junko stalking me... I don't think it's me who's going to die - but Ashley.
Junko has just surprised me as I exited a men's washroom. Ashley, Susan St. Cyr and David (can't remember his last name!) have gone to the nurse's station to get some Aspirin or something for me after I nearly blew my brains out on the very dangerous theme park ride: Alice's Tea Cup ride. I'm such a wimp for a guy who has developed a reputation as a male slut amounts the Tochigi JETs.
Oh... I didn't mention that until I arrived in Japan last July/August - I was a 25 year-old virgin. I think I'm up to six different women in 11 months - and this is despite having a girlfriend for that length of time...
Don't worry... I'm not a total creep. Whenever Ashley broke up with me - someone magically came along. I haven't had to ask anyone out yet! This is so unlike what life in Toronto was like for me prior to coming to Japan. Back home I could have exploded in ball of flame and not one female would have noticed.
Regardless... to know more about what happened earlier today, read about it HERE, and then come back for more.
"So... Junko... why are you here - right now - in Disneyland? You know I asked you not to come. You know I'm with Ashley today. You know you are supposed to go back to university tomorrow. You know we may never see each other again."
"Yes, I know," she smiles that smile that makes an average-sized part of me twitch.
"So, what the heck are you doing here?"
"Andrew - I love you as much as you love me," she began.
(I have to admit I must have blacked out from shock and fear. I have only known her since Monday. I like Junko a lot, but I never considered falling in love with her because she was only going to be around Ohtawara for the week. I never intended to sleep with her. I originally thought we'd just go out, have some fun and maybe at the end of it all I'd get a kiss.)
She continues in her perfect English (I think it's better than my own): "I thought you would be happy to see me? Aren't you happy to see me?"
(Truthfully, I was terrified. I wanted to have sex with her right now, right here, and maybe over there, and probably over there, too. Times two. But, she is here when she's not supposed to be here.)
"Yes, I'm happy to see you Junko... but you know our relationship is doomed because you have to go back to school...," I said hopefully.
"Yes, I, too, thought that. But I love you, Andrew," she purred as she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in and down for a kiss.
Knowing where this was leading, I pulled back.
Junko smiled and continued: "I thought I would drop out of school..."
"What?! No!! What are you - crazy?!"
Apparently 'crazy' was not a word she liked.
"I'm not crazy! I love you! Is that crazy?!"
(Yes... it just might be).
"How can you be in love with me?" I stupidly ask. "Junko... We just met five days ago! We know nothing about each other... and besides..."
(I going to drop the bomb)
"... I don't even know your name!"
"It's Junko. You know that."
(Crap. I really thought she was going to tell me her family name. I have no idea what her family name is. I never expected that she wouldn't understand the question.)
"Look," I tried to continue, "I really like you a lot Junko... it's why I can't let you quit school for me."
(Really... she was going to quit school for me? Man... that's kind of hot.)
"I know we have know each for a short time," says Junko. "But..."
"No buts, Junko. We've known each other for five days. Five short days."
(And then I tried a different attack.)
"I love you too much to allow you to quit school for me."
"I know you love me, Andrew."
(Uh-oh - new attack!)
"Yes, I do love you Junko. With all my heart and soul. Maybe we should get married. Have kids. We can live in Canada...."
"Ohhhh! Yes!
(Fawwwwk!)
(I need a new magic trick! Fast!)
"Well... truthfully... you know that despite being a Canadian, I am of Indian descent," I began untruthfully.
"Yes. I know."
(How does she know this? Oh yeah... my complexion - though that was still a guess... unless she's psychic... sorry, that's a typo - I meant psychotic.)
"Anyhow... you know that in Indian custom, children are part of an arranged marriage..."
"Oh no!" cried Junko. "To who?"
(Aha! Her English wasn't perfect! She should have said 'to whom'! Or was she correct. Crap. I don't know!)
"I will go and talk with her family!"
(Okay... I really thought that was going to work. Where the hell are Susan, David and Ashley? I could use their help - and some Aspirin, as my headache is getting worse. I could also use their help to either get Junko away from me, or to go and get me a box of condoms!)
(New tactic!)
"Junko! I don't love you! We've spent five days together and one painful 10 minute conversation today! You are smothering me!"
(Geezus... did I just say that? That's what Ashley said I was doing to her and why she broke up with me... but I wasn't like Junko. No way in hell.)
"Junko. I really like you, but there is no future for us. You need to go back to school or check into a hospital - whatever the authorities think is best - but you need to do it now! We can't be together."
"Yes, we can."
(God help me, here's my last trick)
"Okay... but you have to be able to share me..."
"With other women? Hmmm... okay."
(Crap! I never thought she'd share me with another woman... but what if...)
"No... I meant another man... or men," I said.
(It's all a lie folks. I only like women. Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
"You like men?"
"Yeth. I laaaa-ve them!" I screeched in a very effeminate gay man's voice (also known as a flamer) (not that there's anything wrong with that).
"You are homo-sexual?" she asked making it sound like two separate words.
(Holy crap... that look on her face - it was disgust. I think it's working!)
I had to nod, as I was afraid I was going to laugh at this girl's face! After what we did to each other sexually... and she was willing to have a three-way with another woman - she hated homosexual men? Wow-o-wow. I never would have believed it. She seemed so normal.
No waitaminute! I just re-read this blog entry. She's freaking nuts!
"Yeth," I lisped 'yes' again.
She pushed me back. Wiped her lips with the back of her mouth and stormed off without even a look back at me.
I never saw Junko again. Unless she was spying on me - in which case, she may have seen me plenty of times.
She was hot, great in bed or wherever we chose to have sex, spoke (near) perfect English, looked like she could be a lingerie model, was smart, considerate of me, and loved me. But she was possessive. And nuts. I could handle possessive... I just don't care for nuts all that much.
Somewhere tolerant - hey! she would have had a threesome with me and another woman! Aw crap!!!
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Police... which is what I was going to need if she continued to stalk me. Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of this song... It's not really beautiful. It's CREEPY!
PS: Twenty years later... it seems like Junko may have had a chemical imbalance or some other mental illness. I know quite a few people who suffer from mental illness (not me, believe it or not), and I can tell you it's no laughing matter. If I knew then how to do it - or even if I knew about mental illness then - I would have tried to get Junko some help. Of course... she may just have been really into me. That could happen, right?
PPS: Three-way? Why did I break up with her? Now that's nuts! Seriously... I didn't know what else to say or do. I was actually a bit afraid of Junko when I saw that she had followed me to Disneyland. It was cute for a second - but mostly scary. While I am not gay, I do have a few gay and lesbian friends.I played on the 1990s Japanese fear of AIDS... they all felt at that time that it was a disease for foreigners - not Japanese. That's what many Japanese people have told me.
PPPS: Another blog will appear eight (8) hours after this one is published. It's about Coca-Cola and Pepsi.
It's still Saturday, June 22, 1991.
I'm in Tokyo Disneyland with my ex-girlfriend.... now you might think it's her that's stalking me - but aside from her being an ex-girlfriend who was afraid of a man who actually paid attention to her and wanted to be around her, Ashley was pretty normal.... except... now that I think of it (in 2011)... what the hell?! Ashley was always at my apartment in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) in Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture) in Japan. If she thought I was crowding her - stay the heck away from me! Her place was so tiny and cold and had uncomfortable furnishings, that I didn't spend more than a three nights at her place in all of the time I knew her (nearly 11 months as of this blog entry).
Okay... enough about that.
Junko was stalking me.
Junko is a 21, 5'-4", slender Japanese woman with a nice set of sweater puppets. She's curvy. She's smart. Speaks English like a native. She like me... a lot.
Two days ago - well, actually Friday morning, I said good bye to her, as I figured that would be the last time I would ever see her. She had to go back to university, where she was learning how to be a teacher. Want to see how we met? Read THIS. It will save me having to recap everything.
Anyhow... Junko has apparently followed me to Tokyo Disneyland. I'm with Ashley. It's not a date, bur rather a Tochigi-ken JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme gathering with only four people. But I love Disneyland - and I'd rather die than miss out on this.
Unfortunately, with Junko stalking me... I don't think it's me who's going to die - but Ashley.
Junko has just surprised me as I exited a men's washroom. Ashley, Susan St. Cyr and David (can't remember his last name!) have gone to the nurse's station to get some Aspirin or something for me after I nearly blew my brains out on the very dangerous theme park ride: Alice's Tea Cup ride. I'm such a wimp for a guy who has developed a reputation as a male slut amounts the Tochigi JETs.
Oh... I didn't mention that until I arrived in Japan last July/August - I was a 25 year-old virgin. I think I'm up to six different women in 11 months - and this is despite having a girlfriend for that length of time...
Don't worry... I'm not a total creep. Whenever Ashley broke up with me - someone magically came along. I haven't had to ask anyone out yet! This is so unlike what life in Toronto was like for me prior to coming to Japan. Back home I could have exploded in ball of flame and not one female would have noticed.
Regardless... to know more about what happened earlier today, read about it HERE, and then come back for more.
"So... Junko... why are you here - right now - in Disneyland? You know I asked you not to come. You know I'm with Ashley today. You know you are supposed to go back to university tomorrow. You know we may never see each other again."
"Yes, I know," she smiles that smile that makes an average-sized part of me twitch.
"So, what the heck are you doing here?"
"Andrew - I love you as much as you love me," she began.
(I have to admit I must have blacked out from shock and fear. I have only known her since Monday. I like Junko a lot, but I never considered falling in love with her because she was only going to be around Ohtawara for the week. I never intended to sleep with her. I originally thought we'd just go out, have some fun and maybe at the end of it all I'd get a kiss.)
She continues in her perfect English (I think it's better than my own): "I thought you would be happy to see me? Aren't you happy to see me?"
(Truthfully, I was terrified. I wanted to have sex with her right now, right here, and maybe over there, and probably over there, too. Times two. But, she is here when she's not supposed to be here.)
"Yes, I'm happy to see you Junko... but you know our relationship is doomed because you have to go back to school...," I said hopefully.
"Yes, I, too, thought that. But I love you, Andrew," she purred as she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in and down for a kiss.
Knowing where this was leading, I pulled back.
Junko smiled and continued: "I thought I would drop out of school..."
"What?! No!! What are you - crazy?!"
Apparently 'crazy' was not a word she liked.
"I'm not crazy! I love you! Is that crazy?!"
(Yes... it just might be).
"How can you be in love with me?" I stupidly ask. "Junko... We just met five days ago! We know nothing about each other... and besides..."
(I going to drop the bomb)
"... I don't even know your name!"
"It's Junko. You know that."
(Crap. I really thought she was going to tell me her family name. I have no idea what her family name is. I never expected that she wouldn't understand the question.)
"Look," I tried to continue, "I really like you a lot Junko... it's why I can't let you quit school for me."
(Really... she was going to quit school for me? Man... that's kind of hot.)
"I know we have know each for a short time," says Junko. "But..."
"No buts, Junko. We've known each other for five days. Five short days."
(And then I tried a different attack.)
"I love you too much to allow you to quit school for me."
"I know you love me, Andrew."
(Uh-oh - new attack!)
"Yes, I do love you Junko. With all my heart and soul. Maybe we should get married. Have kids. We can live in Canada...."
"Ohhhh! Yes!
(Fawwwwk!)
(I need a new magic trick! Fast!)
"Well... truthfully... you know that despite being a Canadian, I am of Indian descent," I began untruthfully.
"Yes. I know."
(How does she know this? Oh yeah... my complexion - though that was still a guess... unless she's psychic... sorry, that's a typo - I meant psychotic.)
"Anyhow... you know that in Indian custom, children are part of an arranged marriage..."
"Oh no!" cried Junko. "To who?"
(Aha! Her English wasn't perfect! She should have said 'to whom'! Or was she correct. Crap. I don't know!)
"I will go and talk with her family!"
(Okay... I really thought that was going to work. Where the hell are Susan, David and Ashley? I could use their help - and some Aspirin, as my headache is getting worse. I could also use their help to either get Junko away from me, or to go and get me a box of condoms!)
(New tactic!)
"Junko! I don't love you! We've spent five days together and one painful 10 minute conversation today! You are smothering me!"
(Geezus... did I just say that? That's what Ashley said I was doing to her and why she broke up with me... but I wasn't like Junko. No way in hell.)
"Junko. I really like you, but there is no future for us. You need to go back to school or check into a hospital - whatever the authorities think is best - but you need to do it now! We can't be together."
"Yes, we can."
(God help me, here's my last trick)
"Okay... but you have to be able to share me..."
"With other women? Hmmm... okay."
(Crap! I never thought she'd share me with another woman... but what if...)
"No... I meant another man... or men," I said.
(It's all a lie folks. I only like women. Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
"You like men?"
"Yeth. I laaaa-ve them!" I screeched in a very effeminate gay man's voice (also known as a flamer) (not that there's anything wrong with that).
"You are homo-sexual?" she asked making it sound like two separate words.
(Holy crap... that look on her face - it was disgust. I think it's working!)
I had to nod, as I was afraid I was going to laugh at this girl's face! After what we did to each other sexually... and she was willing to have a three-way with another woman - she hated homosexual men? Wow-o-wow. I never would have believed it. She seemed so normal.
No waitaminute! I just re-read this blog entry. She's freaking nuts!
"Yeth," I lisped 'yes' again.
She pushed me back. Wiped her lips with the back of her mouth and stormed off without even a look back at me.
I never saw Junko again. Unless she was spying on me - in which case, she may have seen me plenty of times.
She was hot, great in bed or wherever we chose to have sex, spoke (near) perfect English, looked like she could be a lingerie model, was smart, considerate of me, and loved me. But she was possessive. And nuts. I could handle possessive... I just don't care for nuts all that much.
Somewhere tolerant - hey! she would have had a threesome with me and another woman! Aw crap!!!
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Police... which is what I was going to need if she continued to stalk me. Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of this song... It's not really beautiful. It's CREEPY!
PS: Twenty years later... it seems like Junko may have had a chemical imbalance or some other mental illness. I know quite a few people who suffer from mental illness (not me, believe it or not), and I can tell you it's no laughing matter. If I knew then how to do it - or even if I knew about mental illness then - I would have tried to get Junko some help. Of course... she may just have been really into me. That could happen, right?
PPS: Three-way? Why did I break up with her? Now that's nuts! Seriously... I didn't know what else to say or do. I was actually a bit afraid of Junko when I saw that she had followed me to Disneyland. It was cute for a second - but mostly scary. While I am not gay, I do have a few gay and lesbian friends.I played on the 1990s Japanese fear of AIDS... they all felt at that time that it was a disease for foreigners - not Japanese. That's what many Japanese people have told me.
PPPS: Another blog will appear eight (8) hours after this one is published. It's about Coca-Cola and Pepsi.
