Okay... it's Monday, July 22, 1991. Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.
For the past week, I have been sleeping with my 22-year-old ex-girlfriend Ashley of Augusta, Georgia. Me? I'm a 26-year-old Canadian guy of Indian descent who is living the dream life here in Japan. While Ashley was my first ever last year, I'm fast approaching double-digits... only sleeping with other women whenever she and I are broken up... not just fighting, but broken up. It's always been her idea to break up, and my idea to get back. Obviously it takes two to Tango (three to form a Conga line, but only one to do the Twist), so she has to want it too... but now we are friends with benefits.
We've been having a great time together and haven't had a disagreement really... but maybe she wants me because she has seen first hand that other women want me. Like Shoko... a 22-year-old night school student of mine.
Ashley doesn't know about Junko, the 21-year-old stalker with a body and sexual appetite to kill for (and I think she might have one day), or the Japanese female physical education teacher, or any of the other Canadian, Americans, Brits or whatever I've been with these past 12 months.
I've been very bad by being very good.
I'm on vacation. Although I purchased a motorcycle last weekend, I haven't been on it since. It scares me, and I don't want to die.
I clean up my apartment (again!), stop by my office (the Ohtawara Board of Education) to say hello and then go shopping.
Ashley comes over at 4:30PM - and we eat a chili dinner I made and watch the movie Short Circuit. It's my good-bye present to her, as she's going back to the U.S. for a vacation - to re-charge her batteries. It's too bad... we are ending our first year here in Japan just like we began it. With passion.
We don't have sex. We don't even kiss. We don't have to.
I ride home with her to Nishinasuno-machi (Town of Nishinasuno). I watch her pack until 1AM.
I'm really going to miss her.
The good-bye kiss is something I wish was longer... but dammit, it was good.
As I ride back home, I can't think of anything but her.
I know I'm in love with her. Damn.
Somewhere lost in a romance,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Doors: Yes, I've used it before... but I just love the line: "Lost in a romance, wilderness of pain...." OWWW
For the past week, I have been sleeping with my 22-year-old ex-girlfriend Ashley of Augusta, Georgia. Me? I'm a 26-year-old Canadian guy of Indian descent who is living the dream life here in Japan. While Ashley was my first ever last year, I'm fast approaching double-digits... only sleeping with other women whenever she and I are broken up... not just fighting, but broken up. It's always been her idea to break up, and my idea to get back. Obviously it takes two to Tango (three to form a Conga line, but only one to do the Twist), so she has to want it too... but now we are friends with benefits.
We've been having a great time together and haven't had a disagreement really... but maybe she wants me because she has seen first hand that other women want me. Like Shoko... a 22-year-old night school student of mine.
Ashley doesn't know about Junko, the 21-year-old stalker with a body and sexual appetite to kill for (and I think she might have one day), or the Japanese female physical education teacher, or any of the other Canadian, Americans, Brits or whatever I've been with these past 12 months.
I've been very bad by being very good.
I'm on vacation. Although I purchased a motorcycle last weekend, I haven't been on it since. It scares me, and I don't want to die.
I clean up my apartment (again!), stop by my office (the Ohtawara Board of Education) to say hello and then go shopping.
Ashley comes over at 4:30PM - and we eat a chili dinner I made and watch the movie Short Circuit. It's my good-bye present to her, as she's going back to the U.S. for a vacation - to re-charge her batteries. It's too bad... we are ending our first year here in Japan just like we began it. With passion.
We don't have sex. We don't even kiss. We don't have to.
I ride home with her to Nishinasuno-machi (Town of Nishinasuno). I watch her pack until 1AM.
I'm really going to miss her.
The good-bye kiss is something I wish was longer... but dammit, it was good.
As I ride back home, I can't think of anything but her.
I know I'm in love with her. Damn.
Somewhere lost in a romance,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Doors: Yes, I've used it before... but I just love the line: "Lost in a romance, wilderness of pain...." OWWW
