Wasn't that exciting? Two whole blogs and we still haven't finished the day. The day in question being Saturday, June 22, 1991.
I have apparently convinced Junko, my sexual plaything (and me, hers) for the week, that I am not in love with her and that she need not quit university and studying to be a teacher by convincing her that besides loving her (it was lust, not love) that I also enjoyed the company of men (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) which I don't in that nudge-nudge-wink-wink way, playing on the Japanese national addiction of fear of AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome).
I hated to do it - because it really is stupid or naive to assume that all homosexuals have AIDS. Straight men - and women can get it too... but you already know all of that. This was 1991 - and even then, I had about 10 years knowing the ins and outs of HiV and AIDS. But for 1991, it was a new sort of animal in Japan.
They know it exists, but assume it's not afflicting Japan and the Japanese. It's a gaijin (foreigner) thing. Meanwhile, there are sex tours from Japan to Bangkok, Thailand catering to the sexual depravity of men - called sex tours. Gaijin might go on these 'tours', but you can bet your bottom dollar that a lot of Japanese men have a yen for that sort of thing. Condoms? We can only hope. But not everyone, I'm sure.
Regardless of that stuff... here's what's going on.
I'm at Tokyo Disneyland. I'm there with fellow JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme assistant English teachers: Susan St. Cyr, David (I though I knew his last name once) and my ex-girlfriend Ashley Benning. An angry Junko has just left me behind a men's room in the appropriately named Fantasyland area. And it certainly was a fantasy cum nightmare for me.
Junko was hot. In looks and in "to trot". We had a very enjoyable week together - having known each other since Monday. But... she was stalking me.
We both knew going into our sexual liaison, that our trysts were going to be Monday through Friday morning at the most - as she had to go back to university on Monday, and I was going away for the weekend with my ex, Ashley.
I know I should have blown off Ashley et al for another few days of crazy sexual misadventures, but I was confused. I still had a thing for her, and was trying to get sex without having to be her boyfriend. I figured, once I had that, I could get the relationship thing back in gear.
I blew a very good thing with Junko, I thought... until she went a little crazy in love for me. I'm nice and a great catch and all that crap... but not that great a catch to warrant someone wanting to drop out of school for--especially after only five days of knowing me!
So.. Junko left in a huff.
And, right on cue, just when they aren't needed, the cavalry arrived in the form of Ashley, David and Susan. Trumpeting that they had found some Aspirin for the headache caused by the Alice (in Wonderland) Teacup ride, I gladly accepted their aid and hung around them like they were my best friends ever - they weren't - in case Junko came back all Anthony Perkins on me - that's a Psycho reference.
After sitting beside Ashley on the rest of the rides, we had fun on: It's A Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, Thunder Mountain (my second ever roller coaster!), Haunted Mansion, and another trip down Space Mountain (my third ever roller coaster ride).
I will not ever go near Alice's TeaCups again. It nearly killed me. And then Junko nearly finished the job!
Ashley buys a pair of Minnie Mouse ears and looks really cute in them, while I buy a Captain's pirate hat. Everyone likes it - but the Japanese are all laughing at the stupid gaijin (me) for wearing it... but it's okay... I'm laughing at them for wearing clashing plaid shirts and pants - and sometimes shoes and socks!
Everyone there had a great time... but still... I was stealthily looking around for Junko... fully expecting her to jump out at me from behind a tombstone in the Haunted Mansion, or from behind a dwarf in the Swiss Alps of Small World, or from out of a keg of grog in Pirates of the Caribbean.
I looked and looked and looked. But nary a long shiny black hair of Junko did I see. There were plenty of women with shiny black hair of course - I mean, this is Japan!
Despite my paranoia regarding Junko - the whole thing about being wanted by such a beautiful woman made me horny. And here I was with Ashley having a good time, and she with me.
The gang pretty much did what I wanted to do - I was the biggest kid of the bunch, what with me being the old man there at 26 years of age. I wasn't a prick about it - they just seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm - and besides, I did ask if there was anywhere they wanted to go. Hmmm. Perhaps they were doing this to cheer me up?
After a fun day (less Junko), Ashley and I traveled home via Shinkansen (bullet train) and then by JR Rail (Japan Rail - the local line). Ashley fell asleep on the Shinkansen, and when she awoke, her neck was stiff. She asked me for a massage.
Oh, I am so In Like Flint!
I can tell she missed those! A lot. I rode back to her place and then back to my own. She gave me a quick peck on the side of my cheek, which made the rainy ride home very tolerable.
Back home, I stripped off my wet clothes and peeked around the rooms, half expecting Junko to have broken in.
It's 10PM... and I pass out from exhaustion. And then my pal Matthew calls at 1AM. Bastard.
Somewhere, my place smells like Junko's shampoo,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by Men At Work: KNOCKAKNOCK
PS: I really was expecting Junko to pop out of every dark nook and cranny. She was kind of scary in her determination to land this big Kahuna, but it was also quite flattering as well. But... is this the last we have seen of Junko? Will Andrew get Ashley? What the hell is wrong with Matthew for calling me at 1AM? And who am I going to sleep with next? Let's find out over the next few blogs.
PPS: You'll notice I haven't posted any pictures of Junko. I don't have any. We were always too busy for photography: nudge-nudge-wink-wink.
PPPS: There's another blog in 8 hours from the time this blog hits the airwaves. It's about Japan and the dual disasters of earthquakes and tsunami.
I have apparently convinced Junko, my sexual plaything (and me, hers) for the week, that I am not in love with her and that she need not quit university and studying to be a teacher by convincing her that besides loving her (it was lust, not love) that I also enjoyed the company of men (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) which I don't in that nudge-nudge-wink-wink way, playing on the Japanese national addiction of fear of AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome).
I hated to do it - because it really is stupid or naive to assume that all homosexuals have AIDS. Straight men - and women can get it too... but you already know all of that. This was 1991 - and even then, I had about 10 years knowing the ins and outs of HiV and AIDS. But for 1991, it was a new sort of animal in Japan.
They know it exists, but assume it's not afflicting Japan and the Japanese. It's a gaijin (foreigner) thing. Meanwhile, there are sex tours from Japan to Bangkok, Thailand catering to the sexual depravity of men - called sex tours. Gaijin might go on these 'tours', but you can bet your bottom dollar that a lot of Japanese men have a yen for that sort of thing. Condoms? We can only hope. But not everyone, I'm sure.
Regardless of that stuff... here's what's going on.
I'm at Tokyo Disneyland. I'm there with fellow JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme assistant English teachers: Susan St. Cyr, David (I though I knew his last name once) and my ex-girlfriend Ashley Benning. An angry Junko has just left me behind a men's room in the appropriately named Fantasyland area. And it certainly was a fantasy cum nightmare for me.
Junko was hot. In looks and in "to trot". We had a very enjoyable week together - having known each other since Monday. But... she was stalking me.
We both knew going into our sexual liaison, that our trysts were going to be Monday through Friday morning at the most - as she had to go back to university on Monday, and I was going away for the weekend with my ex, Ashley.
I know I should have blown off Ashley et al for another few days of crazy sexual misadventures, but I was confused. I still had a thing for her, and was trying to get sex without having to be her boyfriend. I figured, once I had that, I could get the relationship thing back in gear.
I blew a very good thing with Junko, I thought... until she went a little crazy in love for me. I'm nice and a great catch and all that crap... but not that great a catch to warrant someone wanting to drop out of school for--especially after only five days of knowing me!
So.. Junko left in a huff.
And, right on cue, just when they aren't needed, the cavalry arrived in the form of Ashley, David and Susan. Trumpeting that they had found some Aspirin for the headache caused by the Alice (in Wonderland) Teacup ride, I gladly accepted their aid and hung around them like they were my best friends ever - they weren't - in case Junko came back all Anthony Perkins on me - that's a Psycho reference.
After sitting beside Ashley on the rest of the rides, we had fun on: It's A Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, Thunder Mountain (my second ever roller coaster!), Haunted Mansion, and another trip down Space Mountain (my third ever roller coaster ride).
I will not ever go near Alice's TeaCups again. It nearly killed me. And then Junko nearly finished the job!
Ashley buys a pair of Minnie Mouse ears and looks really cute in them, while I buy a Captain's pirate hat. Everyone likes it - but the Japanese are all laughing at the stupid gaijin (me) for wearing it... but it's okay... I'm laughing at them for wearing clashing plaid shirts and pants - and sometimes shoes and socks!
Everyone there had a great time... but still... I was stealthily looking around for Junko... fully expecting her to jump out at me from behind a tombstone in the Haunted Mansion, or from behind a dwarf in the Swiss Alps of Small World, or from out of a keg of grog in Pirates of the Caribbean.
I looked and looked and looked. But nary a long shiny black hair of Junko did I see. There were plenty of women with shiny black hair of course - I mean, this is Japan!
Despite my paranoia regarding Junko - the whole thing about being wanted by such a beautiful woman made me horny. And here I was with Ashley having a good time, and she with me.
The gang pretty much did what I wanted to do - I was the biggest kid of the bunch, what with me being the old man there at 26 years of age. I wasn't a prick about it - they just seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm - and besides, I did ask if there was anywhere they wanted to go. Hmmm. Perhaps they were doing this to cheer me up?
After a fun day (less Junko), Ashley and I traveled home via Shinkansen (bullet train) and then by JR Rail (Japan Rail - the local line). Ashley fell asleep on the Shinkansen, and when she awoke, her neck was stiff. She asked me for a massage.
Oh, I am so In Like Flint!
I can tell she missed those! A lot. I rode back to her place and then back to my own. She gave me a quick peck on the side of my cheek, which made the rainy ride home very tolerable.
Back home, I stripped off my wet clothes and peeked around the rooms, half expecting Junko to have broken in.
It's 10PM... and I pass out from exhaustion. And then my pal Matthew calls at 1AM. Bastard.
Somewhere, my place smells like Junko's shampoo,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by Men At Work: KNOCKAKNOCK
PS: I really was expecting Junko to pop out of every dark nook and cranny. She was kind of scary in her determination to land this big Kahuna, but it was also quite flattering as well. But... is this the last we have seen of Junko? Will Andrew get Ashley? What the hell is wrong with Matthew for calling me at 1AM? And who am I going to sleep with next? Let's find out over the next few blogs.
PPS: You'll notice I haven't posted any pictures of Junko. I don't have any. We were always too busy for photography: nudge-nudge-wink-wink.
PPPS: There's another blog in 8 hours from the time this blog hits the airwaves. It's about Japan and the dual disasters of earthquakes and tsunami.
