It's Thursday, June 20, 1991.
I'm up at 6AM.
My girlfriend of the week, Junko the 21-year-old university student, leaves my place at 7:30AM after a few stops and starts back in my bedroom.
Have I finally met a woman who enjoys sex as much as me? Not quite (I hope)... but I do need some chaffing cream.
It's a pity Junko is only here in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) forthe week, learning how to be a teacher on an internship at Ohtawara ChuGakko (Ohtawara Junior High School also known as Dai Chu) - one of theseven junior high schools I teach at on the Japan Exchange & Teaching Programme (JET).
I'm a gaijin. That means foreigner. It's what the Japanese often callus - sometimes behind our back - sometimes to our face. Is it meant tobe offensive? No, not really - but it depends on what context it hasbeen said, doesn't it?
I've only been here since essentially August of 1990. I've not been called a gaijin in a derogatory manner - that I know of.
I can tell you that if Junko is concerned about sleeping with a gaijin,she doesn't show it, as I have had to temper her enthusiasm a bit atschool, as I think she wants to shout from the rooftops that she and Iare boinking several times a night.
At Dai Chu... I was supposed to have three classes to team teach with aJapanese Teacher of English... but the first two classes in periods oneand two are canceled - and I only have one in period five - the last ofthe day.
A young-looking third-year (Grade 9) boy Katsuhisa-san (he never toldme his given name) enters the teacher's office after lunch to chat. HisEnglish is pretty good - but it does afford the lovely Junko a chanceto come over and sit beside me to team-chat the kid.
Junko, knowing that no one else nearby can understand English says a few dirty things to me and then leaves.
Kasuhisa, the student, who knows a lot of English apparently, looks at me and asks if Junko is my girlfriend.
Everybody seems to know about us.
I tell him that she is - this week, which gets me a smile... however,he adds that she is very pretty and nice but thinks she likes me toomuch too soon.
Great. I'm getting dating advice from a 14-year-old nerdy Japanese kid.
After school, I test a third-year boy - Ishiguru Atsushi (surnamefirst) with world flags... he knows flags for countries I've neverheard of!
When my day is over, I track Junko down and hold her hand and thank her for the wonderful time I've had this week.
She knows I have an office day tomorrow, and that I'll be heading downto Tochigi-ken's capital city of Utsunomiya with my ex-girlfriendAshley to stay at a friend's place - before heading down to TokyoDisneyland on Saturday. I won't be back until late Saturday night, andI expect Junko will be heading back to university on Sunday to startregular classes again the following day.
Junko had asked if she could come with me to Disneyland... and eventhough she knew who Ashley was - despite never having met her before -she knew Ashley and I were no longer a couple. So... what would be thebig deal in Andrew showing off the very sexy Junko to Ashley?
While I'm sure I could have convinced Junko quite easily about themerits of a three-way, there was no way in Hell Ashley was going tofall for that - and certainly not with me, the ex-boyfriend who happensto fall into relationships with the greatest of sleaze... I mean ease.
No... better to keep them separated. Junko was going away - probablynever to be seen again. Ashely and I were broken up, but I had hopes ofstill getting sex without the hang-up of being in a committedrelationship.
Anyhow... I tell Junko to call me should she ever be in Ohtawara again and we'll hook up.
She cries a little, puts an arm around me and then suddenly snaps herhead upright. Looks me right in the eyes and says in her perfectEnglish: "Good-bye, my love. May we meet again soon."
Oblivious to the students and teachers around me, she then gave me a very, very, very long kiss - complete with probing tongue.
If it was up to me, it wouldn't be a problem, but I think Junko is going to get a lousy grade from this internship.
I go home and do some ironing until 7:10PM when Takako (my buddyMatthew's girlfriend) comes over... at least I think she's hisgirlfriend. I can never tell with Takako, as she is both cheerful andsarcastic to me at the same time. I love that she doesn't take my b.s.
Takako looks really good as usual - there... I got that out of the way.
I'm unsure where we are going, but I trust Takako. We arrive at someplace. There's a really cute girl there with her mom the battleaxe.Men... and women... always pay attention to the in-laws... as that'swhat your significant other can look like in a few years.
I choose not to pay attention to that advice and smile my smile at the beautiful young woman and think to myself: Soon.
There are four gaijin (of Indian descent) there from the Asian FarmInstitute located in northern Ohtawara, who have come to Japan to learnfarming techniques from the Nihon-jin (Japanese). Only one of us fiveIndian-looking guys is smarmy.
Me.
Also there is Brian - a slightly heavy and mustached American workingfor a local Japanese firm (on exchange), Mrs. Narita and one otherJapanese lady. We sit around and talk for awhile while I correct theirEnglish... including Brian's.
It seems to be a meeting group - to make friends and converse withforeigners. I know who I want as a new friend - but only if she doesn'tbring her mom. And how old is babe, anyway?
Takako drives me home, comes up to my apartment and listens to somemusic and reads some of my comic books that were given to me by thegirl I wish was my girlfriend, Kristine.
After lending her my Archie comics, Takako goes home at 10:45PM.
One minute later, there's a knock at my door. Expecting Takako to haveforgotten something, I'm surprised to see Junko at my door, alreadyunbuttoning her shirt as she walks in.
Oh well... I can always do my ironing some other day. There's always something better to press upon.
We're in bed by 10:47PM.
Somewhere wondering if Takako will ever return my comic books,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Offspring - which is what I'm going to have if I don't get more condoms! NOODLES.
PS: By the way... if all of these blog stories involving Junko soundlike a bunch of ego-boosting blogs - well it is called It's AWonderful Rife... not life... for a reason. You know something isgoing to happen to screw up the good times. Will it be me? Ashley?Kristine? Junko? Matthew? Even I don't know and it happened to me... Sokeep tuning in to see the rise and fall of the currently over-sexedgaijin.
PPS: Noodles is The Offspring's guitarist.
PPPS: Where the heck was Matthew at this 'meet the foreigner' gab fest?I hate that he trusts me with Takako. He was right to, of course. Heknew I always liked Takako's little sister... if only she was older.
PPPPS: Junko's timing is perfect. She always seems to know when it is Iget home. Hmm. You don't think Junko is stalking me, do you?
PPPPPS: A more serious story to appear eight (8) hours from the publication of this one. Be warned. It's sad and made me cry.
I'm up at 6AM.
My girlfriend of the week, Junko the 21-year-old university student, leaves my place at 7:30AM after a few stops and starts back in my bedroom.
Have I finally met a woman who enjoys sex as much as me? Not quite (I hope)... but I do need some chaffing cream.
It's a pity Junko is only here in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) forthe week, learning how to be a teacher on an internship at Ohtawara ChuGakko (Ohtawara Junior High School also known as Dai Chu) - one of theseven junior high schools I teach at on the Japan Exchange & Teaching Programme (JET).
I'm a gaijin. That means foreigner. It's what the Japanese often callus - sometimes behind our back - sometimes to our face. Is it meant tobe offensive? No, not really - but it depends on what context it hasbeen said, doesn't it?
I've only been here since essentially August of 1990. I've not been called a gaijin in a derogatory manner - that I know of.
I can tell you that if Junko is concerned about sleeping with a gaijin,she doesn't show it, as I have had to temper her enthusiasm a bit atschool, as I think she wants to shout from the rooftops that she and Iare boinking several times a night.
At Dai Chu... I was supposed to have three classes to team teach with aJapanese Teacher of English... but the first two classes in periods oneand two are canceled - and I only have one in period five - the last ofthe day.
A young-looking third-year (Grade 9) boy Katsuhisa-san (he never toldme his given name) enters the teacher's office after lunch to chat. HisEnglish is pretty good - but it does afford the lovely Junko a chanceto come over and sit beside me to team-chat the kid.
Junko, knowing that no one else nearby can understand English says a few dirty things to me and then leaves.
Kasuhisa, the student, who knows a lot of English apparently, looks at me and asks if Junko is my girlfriend.
Everybody seems to know about us.
I tell him that she is - this week, which gets me a smile... however,he adds that she is very pretty and nice but thinks she likes me toomuch too soon.
Great. I'm getting dating advice from a 14-year-old nerdy Japanese kid.
After school, I test a third-year boy - Ishiguru Atsushi (surnamefirst) with world flags... he knows flags for countries I've neverheard of!
When my day is over, I track Junko down and hold her hand and thank her for the wonderful time I've had this week.
She knows I have an office day tomorrow, and that I'll be heading downto Tochigi-ken's capital city of Utsunomiya with my ex-girlfriendAshley to stay at a friend's place - before heading down to TokyoDisneyland on Saturday. I won't be back until late Saturday night, andI expect Junko will be heading back to university on Sunday to startregular classes again the following day.
Junko had asked if she could come with me to Disneyland... and eventhough she knew who Ashley was - despite never having met her before -she knew Ashley and I were no longer a couple. So... what would be thebig deal in Andrew showing off the very sexy Junko to Ashley?
While I'm sure I could have convinced Junko quite easily about themerits of a three-way, there was no way in Hell Ashley was going tofall for that - and certainly not with me, the ex-boyfriend who happensto fall into relationships with the greatest of sleaze... I mean ease.
No... better to keep them separated. Junko was going away - probablynever to be seen again. Ashely and I were broken up, but I had hopes ofstill getting sex without the hang-up of being in a committedrelationship.
Anyhow... I tell Junko to call me should she ever be in Ohtawara again and we'll hook up.
She cries a little, puts an arm around me and then suddenly snaps herhead upright. Looks me right in the eyes and says in her perfectEnglish: "Good-bye, my love. May we meet again soon."
Oblivious to the students and teachers around me, she then gave me a very, very, very long kiss - complete with probing tongue.
If it was up to me, it wouldn't be a problem, but I think Junko is going to get a lousy grade from this internship.
I go home and do some ironing until 7:10PM when Takako (my buddyMatthew's girlfriend) comes over... at least I think she's hisgirlfriend. I can never tell with Takako, as she is both cheerful andsarcastic to me at the same time. I love that she doesn't take my b.s.
Takako looks really good as usual - there... I got that out of the way.
I'm unsure where we are going, but I trust Takako. We arrive at someplace. There's a really cute girl there with her mom the battleaxe.Men... and women... always pay attention to the in-laws... as that'swhat your significant other can look like in a few years.
I choose not to pay attention to that advice and smile my smile at the beautiful young woman and think to myself: Soon.
There are four gaijin (of Indian descent) there from the Asian FarmInstitute located in northern Ohtawara, who have come to Japan to learnfarming techniques from the Nihon-jin (Japanese). Only one of us fiveIndian-looking guys is smarmy.
Me.
Also there is Brian - a slightly heavy and mustached American workingfor a local Japanese firm (on exchange), Mrs. Narita and one otherJapanese lady. We sit around and talk for awhile while I correct theirEnglish... including Brian's.
It seems to be a meeting group - to make friends and converse withforeigners. I know who I want as a new friend - but only if she doesn'tbring her mom. And how old is babe, anyway?
Takako drives me home, comes up to my apartment and listens to somemusic and reads some of my comic books that were given to me by thegirl I wish was my girlfriend, Kristine.
After lending her my Archie comics, Takako goes home at 10:45PM.
One minute later, there's a knock at my door. Expecting Takako to haveforgotten something, I'm surprised to see Junko at my door, alreadyunbuttoning her shirt as she walks in.
Oh well... I can always do my ironing some other day. There's always something better to press upon.
We're in bed by 10:47PM.
Somewhere wondering if Takako will ever return my comic books,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Offspring - which is what I'm going to have if I don't get more condoms! NOODLES.
PS: By the way... if all of these blog stories involving Junko soundlike a bunch of ego-boosting blogs - well it is called It's AWonderful Rife... not life... for a reason. You know something isgoing to happen to screw up the good times. Will it be me? Ashley?Kristine? Junko? Matthew? Even I don't know and it happened to me... Sokeep tuning in to see the rise and fall of the currently over-sexedgaijin.
PPS: Noodles is The Offspring's guitarist.
PPPS: Where the heck was Matthew at this 'meet the foreigner' gab fest?I hate that he trusts me with Takako. He was right to, of course. Heknew I always liked Takako's little sister... if only she was older.
PPPPS: Junko's timing is perfect. She always seems to know when it is Iget home. Hmm. You don't think Junko is stalking me, do you?
PPPPPS: A more serious story to appear eight (8) hours from the publication of this one. Be warned. It's sad and made me cry.
