The next couple of days of my life in Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan are presented here:
Thursday, June 27, 1991. I only had two classes to teach today atWakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School). Since I have a lot offree time, I try to keep to myself and do a little studying ofconversational Japanese - interacting with whomever comes by - butmostly, it's a dull little day.
I head back to my apartment, eat a sandwich for dinner and watch a fewvideos of television shows from back in Toronto and then get a ridefrom Matthew's girlfriend Takako out to Mishima for an Englishconversation class.
It's a hot evening - but it's fun. I have a good time... mostly becauseI'm sitting next to a cute 19-year-old girl who really likes my redshorts. Although there is a seven year age difference, what scares meoff from asking her out is her mother who sits on the other side of her.
I whisper to her that her mom scares me.
The young girl whispers back that her mom scares her too!
That makes her even more attractive.
Afterward, I ride out to the Big One video store and establish a membership and rent Indiana Jones III, The Last Crusade.
I watch it and then go to bed at midnight. This is early for me - butsince I'm not getting any sex, there's no need for me to be awake.
Friday, June 28, 1991.
I'm up at 6:30AM thanks to a dog across the street barking. I love dogs, but I hate them when they wake me up.
I do a load of laundry and then head out to the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) for an office day.
I put together The Tatami Times newsletter for Tochigi-ken JET (JapanExchange & Teaching) Programme teachers - of which I am one. Aftercompleting 40 copies at 36 pages each, I realize that I have messed up.
The It's A Wonderful Rife monthly column I created was the exact sameone I had used the previous month. Obviously, this monthly column waswhat inspired this blog.
I create a new one in 30 minutes and then begin the photocopying anew. I've killed a lot of trees today - I feel so Japanese!
At lunch I ride home and check my mail. There's a letter from my friendConnie back in Toronto - with a photo. Sexy! See above. She writes thatshe wants to see me. Friends or not, now I want her. I am so horny. Sheand I would make an interesting couple... so at the office, I writeback to her in the afternoon, send it off and write another Rife fornext month's issue.
I go home and clean-up. Why is my place such a mess? There's no onethere except me - unless... Junko! She isn't breaking in and making amess, is she? No. That would be insane... and why would a woman who wasstalking me be insane. She has good taste, however.
Junko was the 21-year-old university student who had visited Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara JuniorHigh School) last week on a five-day internship to learn how to be ateacher. I just so happened to be teaching at that school - and she andI hit off fantastically well - so much so that the term monkey sex mayhave been coined from someone listening to us frolic.
I know... that's just ego - but what and ego!
Anyhow... since it was only supposed to be a Monday to Friday trystbefore she was to go back to school, I was more than a little surprisedto discover that the beautiful Junko had followed me down toUtsonomiya-shi (Utsonomiya is the capital city of Tochigi-ken) lastFriday and then to Tokyo Disneyland on Saturday.
Either had some magical power over women that made them fall instantlyin love with me (Uh, yeah... right) or she loved me for my money (I'monly rich in the things that count, unfortunately) or because I'm hunglike a horse (neigh to that). Or she was a little bit coo-coo bananas.Or maybe a lot.
Whatever it was, if I wasn't so hung up on Ashley I wouldn't haveminded spending my life with a bananas woman into monkey sex. It hasape-eal.
But nope. My mind was not quite where my groin was. What a stupid idiot I am.
Anyhow... after cleaning up, Matthew comes by to help me mess up my place again. I don't mind - I think I like cleaning up... just don't tell my parents! We watch Indiana Jones III (my second time in two nights) and them some Steven Spielberg Amazing Stories TV episodes.
After Matthew leaves, I hit the bed at 12:30.
Oh yeah... Kanemaru-san (my boss from the OBOE) came over earlier in the evening to put up a curtain rod for me in my bedroom - noting that one of the office ladies would pick out a nice curtain for me and then the men would be back to hang up the curtain.
Japan is so structured in its gender roles, isn't it?
Kanemaru-san tells me that Ashley and I should be friends - because he can see how upset I am all the time.
He's afraid we are fighting.
Nope. Just not boyfriend/girlfriend... which sucks... personally... I think Kanemaru-san is correct.
Oh... and the phone rang again - no one on the other end... except for the gentle breathing. Ashley?
Somewhere looking for the missing link,
Andrew Joseph
This blog title is inspired by Coney Hatch: SWINGINGSTARS
PS - Don't worry - stuff will be happening soon. Maybe even tomorrow when I go on a road trip with Kanemaru-san, his wife and youngest son. I have no idea where I'm going!
Thursday, June 27, 1991. I only had two classes to teach today atWakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School). Since I have a lot offree time, I try to keep to myself and do a little studying ofconversational Japanese - interacting with whomever comes by - butmostly, it's a dull little day.
I head back to my apartment, eat a sandwich for dinner and watch a fewvideos of television shows from back in Toronto and then get a ridefrom Matthew's girlfriend Takako out to Mishima for an Englishconversation class.
It's a hot evening - but it's fun. I have a good time... mostly becauseI'm sitting next to a cute 19-year-old girl who really likes my redshorts. Although there is a seven year age difference, what scares meoff from asking her out is her mother who sits on the other side of her.
I whisper to her that her mom scares me.
The young girl whispers back that her mom scares her too!
That makes her even more attractive.
Afterward, I ride out to the Big One video store and establish a membership and rent Indiana Jones III, The Last Crusade.
I watch it and then go to bed at midnight. This is early for me - butsince I'm not getting any sex, there's no need for me to be awake.
Friday, June 28, 1991.
I'm up at 6:30AM thanks to a dog across the street barking. I love dogs, but I hate them when they wake me up.
I do a load of laundry and then head out to the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) for an office day.
I put together The Tatami Times newsletter for Tochigi-ken JET (JapanExchange & Teaching) Programme teachers - of which I am one. Aftercompleting 40 copies at 36 pages each, I realize that I have messed up.
The It's A Wonderful Rife monthly column I created was the exact sameone I had used the previous month. Obviously, this monthly column waswhat inspired this blog.
I create a new one in 30 minutes and then begin the photocopying anew. I've killed a lot of trees today - I feel so Japanese!
At lunch I ride home and check my mail. There's a letter from my friendConnie back in Toronto - with a photo. Sexy! See above. She writes thatshe wants to see me. Friends or not, now I want her. I am so horny. Sheand I would make an interesting couple... so at the office, I writeback to her in the afternoon, send it off and write another Rife fornext month's issue.
I go home and clean-up. Why is my place such a mess? There's no onethere except me - unless... Junko! She isn't breaking in and making amess, is she? No. That would be insane... and why would a woman who wasstalking me be insane. She has good taste, however.
Junko was the 21-year-old university student who had visited Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara JuniorHigh School) last week on a five-day internship to learn how to be ateacher. I just so happened to be teaching at that school - and she andI hit off fantastically well - so much so that the term monkey sex mayhave been coined from someone listening to us frolic.
I know... that's just ego - but what and ego!
Anyhow... since it was only supposed to be a Monday to Friday trystbefore she was to go back to school, I was more than a little surprisedto discover that the beautiful Junko had followed me down toUtsonomiya-shi (Utsonomiya is the capital city of Tochigi-ken) lastFriday and then to Tokyo Disneyland on Saturday.
Either had some magical power over women that made them fall instantlyin love with me (Uh, yeah... right) or she loved me for my money (I'monly rich in the things that count, unfortunately) or because I'm hunglike a horse (neigh to that). Or she was a little bit coo-coo bananas.Or maybe a lot.
Whatever it was, if I wasn't so hung up on Ashley I wouldn't haveminded spending my life with a bananas woman into monkey sex. It hasape-eal.
But nope. My mind was not quite where my groin was. What a stupid idiot I am.
Anyhow... after cleaning up, Matthew comes by to help me mess up my place again. I don't mind - I think I like cleaning up... just don't tell my parents! We watch Indiana Jones III (my second time in two nights) and them some Steven Spielberg Amazing Stories TV episodes.
After Matthew leaves, I hit the bed at 12:30.
Oh yeah... Kanemaru-san (my boss from the OBOE) came over earlier in the evening to put up a curtain rod for me in my bedroom - noting that one of the office ladies would pick out a nice curtain for me and then the men would be back to hang up the curtain.
Japan is so structured in its gender roles, isn't it?
Kanemaru-san tells me that Ashley and I should be friends - because he can see how upset I am all the time.
He's afraid we are fighting.
Nope. Just not boyfriend/girlfriend... which sucks... personally... I think Kanemaru-san is correct.
Oh... and the phone rang again - no one on the other end... except for the gentle breathing. Ashley?
Somewhere looking for the missing link,
Andrew Joseph
This blog title is inspired by Coney Hatch: SWINGINGSTARS
PS - Don't worry - stuff will be happening soon. Maybe even tomorrow when I go on a road trip with Kanemaru-san, his wife and youngest son. I have no idea where I'm going!
