It'sSunday, June 16, 1991. Here begins a manic part of my time inOhtawara-shi (city of Ohtawara), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture),Japan. I'm an assistant English teacher (AET) with the JET (JapanExchange & Teaching) Programme working and teaching at seven junior high schools in this city of about 100,000 people.
I am currently without a girlfriend for two weeks - and I'm gettingsquirrely - nuts, that is. I am having a good time - mostly amusingmyself and hanging out with a few friends - in person and over thephone. Remember - this is before PDAs, cellphones and the Internet.
I'm up at 10:30AM. I finish cleaning up. Finally.
Ashley (my ex-girlfriend from Augusta, Georgia... I know, who goes toJapan to get an American girlfriend? Me. That's who!) calls me up andasks if she can drop by.
When she does (she's apparently just around the corner and uses a pay phone - assuming I'll say yes (which I do).
She drops off some News Of The Weird - articles I copy and place intoa JET magazine called The Tatami Times, which I am the editor of -having replaced Catherine Komlodi (aka Gasoline) - a women I secretly had a crush onthese past 10 months. We then sit around and watch a movie and eatpopcorn.
When it's over, she decides to accompany me to the video store... and just before we exit my apartment, I ask her a question.
I ask her if she knows what I will miss most about our relationship?
"What?"
"The sex," I say.
She offers up some really nervous laughter.
I then tell her that if she ever needs to have sex to call me... of course, it should also be vice-versa.
I say it as a joke. Sort of.
But she didn't laugh at my suggestion. In fact, she didn't sayanything. Why? Because like it or not - even if I smothered her bytrying to get closer to her, I knew what I was doing sexually. Thankyou Xavier Hollander!
We ride out to drop off some videos, go shopping at Kanseki department store and thenride with her to her place. We chat for an hour and have a good timewithout arguing.
I make more suggestive comments - which I no longer remember - and leave her place at around 6PM.
Riding home, I run into my buddy, Matthew (originally from New YorkState). The two of us then run into Father Bernardo - he of the Catholic Church next door to my apartment.
I go home and clean up again. I guess Ashley and I make a mess of thepopcorn... I can only guess (in 2011) why the heck I'm constantlycleaning up my apartment!
I really do want to have sex with Ashley again. It was always verygood. I know my stained furniture and sheets imply she enjoyed it.
I think she still will.
I'm going to have to get her drunk one night at the 4C (a local bar) and then take her back to my place.
Hmmm - a plan!
So... I call her up and invite her to a Tuesday night party with somepeople from Nishinasuno-machi (the nearby town of Nishinasuno whereAshley lives).
I call up my dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day! Then I call up afemale friend back in Toronto - Juanita, whom I adore in many waysbesides friendship. I then get a call from another Toronto friend -Pat, a guy I've know for the past 10 years.
It's been a strange day.
The weather was just beautiful - about 75F with a nice cool breeze.
I'm in bed by 1AM with visions of Ashley rampaging through my head.
Somewhere, the game's afoot,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by Blondie - I love this SONG!
PS - another blog appears 8 hours after the publication of this one. It's more or less a good news one!
I am currently without a girlfriend for two weeks - and I'm gettingsquirrely - nuts, that is. I am having a good time - mostly amusingmyself and hanging out with a few friends - in person and over thephone. Remember - this is before PDAs, cellphones and the Internet.
I'm up at 10:30AM. I finish cleaning up. Finally.
Ashley (my ex-girlfriend from Augusta, Georgia... I know, who goes toJapan to get an American girlfriend? Me. That's who!) calls me up andasks if she can drop by.
When she does (she's apparently just around the corner and uses a pay phone - assuming I'll say yes (which I do).
She drops off some News Of The Weird - articles I copy and place intoa JET magazine called The Tatami Times, which I am the editor of -having replaced Catherine Komlodi (aka Gasoline) - a women I secretly had a crush onthese past 10 months. We then sit around and watch a movie and eatpopcorn.
When it's over, she decides to accompany me to the video store... and just before we exit my apartment, I ask her a question.
I ask her if she knows what I will miss most about our relationship?
"What?"
"The sex," I say.
She offers up some really nervous laughter.
I then tell her that if she ever needs to have sex to call me... of course, it should also be vice-versa.
I say it as a joke. Sort of.
But she didn't laugh at my suggestion. In fact, she didn't sayanything. Why? Because like it or not - even if I smothered her bytrying to get closer to her, I knew what I was doing sexually. Thankyou Xavier Hollander!
We ride out to drop off some videos, go shopping at Kanseki department store and thenride with her to her place. We chat for an hour and have a good timewithout arguing.
I make more suggestive comments - which I no longer remember - and leave her place at around 6PM.
Riding home, I run into my buddy, Matthew (originally from New YorkState). The two of us then run into Father Bernardo - he of the Catholic Church next door to my apartment.
I go home and clean up again. I guess Ashley and I make a mess of thepopcorn... I can only guess (in 2011) why the heck I'm constantlycleaning up my apartment!
I really do want to have sex with Ashley again. It was always verygood. I know my stained furniture and sheets imply she enjoyed it.
I think she still will.
I'm going to have to get her drunk one night at the 4C (a local bar) and then take her back to my place.
Hmmm - a plan!
So... I call her up and invite her to a Tuesday night party with somepeople from Nishinasuno-machi (the nearby town of Nishinasuno whereAshley lives).
I call up my dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day! Then I call up afemale friend back in Toronto - Juanita, whom I adore in many waysbesides friendship. I then get a call from another Toronto friend -Pat, a guy I've know for the past 10 years.
It's been a strange day.
The weather was just beautiful - about 75F with a nice cool breeze.
I'm in bed by 1AM with visions of Ashley rampaging through my head.
Somewhere, the game's afoot,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by Blondie - I love this SONG!
PS - another blog appears 8 hours after the publication of this one. It's more or less a good news one!
