It's Tuesday July 2, 1991. It's raining and I only have two classes to team-teach over at Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School). They are with third-year students - Grade 9's. We play Word Scramble - and it actually goes pretty well.
My lunch was with the 1-3 class - first year's... the same one that followed me around last week - but no one brings it up and I think they are contrite, so I make it fun and they respond with a lot of laughs... they are good kids and really, despite not giving me privacy, they are curious about me - and that's cool.
I write a lot during the day - and it finally stops raining at 11AM.
I play some baseball at lunch with the 1-3 class... I'm the pitcher and strike out three and get struck out myself. My eyes are bothering me - astigmatism - I can't focus - especially as things travel from far to near - the whole point of trying to hit a ball coming towards you.
At 5PM, I go home and get ready to head to Ashley's place. Ashley and I have been broken up for about a month month. While I would like to get back with Ashley - I'm only into it for the sex... or so I keep telling myself. My plan is to make her want me back by being a nice guy, which is what I try to be all the time anyway.
I'm wearing a clean tee-shirt and a pair of shorts. I'm not overly dressy to be sure - but Ashley would be suspicious if I cam over in a suit... besides... I want to show off my legs and butt... what's the point of making them muscular if you can't show them off... my upper body is nothing to write home about, however.
I have no idea what I'm expecting out of tonight - except, she did invite me over... what was this... the third time she's offered to make dinner for me at her place? When we dated exclusively between August and May, she was at my place for dinner at least four or five times a week - and twice on the weekends. She never chipped in for food, but gladly ate what I made. That's something I never thought about until just now.Hmmm.
We did chat for 2-1/2 hours last night and I must admit she did anger me when she said she went to the VISA office by herself on Saturday, rather than travel with us on (Matthew, myself and MariAnn) on Sunday... especially when I did invite her. But, I guess she prefers being a loner sometimes.
When I ride over, it's chilly... which makes me reconsider the wisdom of wearing a tee-shirt and shorts - but I remember that old mantra: "It's better to look good than to feel good."
When I arrive, I give her a big hug (no kiss). We talk, eat nachos and watch the movie: The Never Ending Story II... I can think of two things wrong with that title....
We also watch a tv show called Dark Angel... both movies are duds as far as I am concerned, but it is nice to be with Ashley.
She offered (and I accepted) a neck massage for 10 minutes, which helped, as that's where I keep all of my stress - probably because that's also from writing so much - shoulders hunched over a keyboard.
At 10PM when I know it's her bedtime, I give her a hug (no kiss) and make my way home.
I leave a message for MariAnn's answering machine (I don't have one) - and she returns the call at 11:35PM and we chat until 12:30AM.
She says she is depressed and lonely and afraid that no one really understands her. I understand, but she does have relatives here - plus a cousin who came over on the same JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme - and she lives nearby!
Plus - she went home two months agao for a couple of weeks!
I'm wiped out - but she's worse. I try to cheer her up and even suggest she go home again for a visit... to re-charge her batteries. She says she has no money, but tell her to beg or borrow it or get it from her parents!
She's also having problems with her board of education office. I'm lucky... my OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) office has been more than fantastic to me - they are a fine group of co-workers and friends who are constantly looking out for me. And it is appreciated.
When I hang-up... there's a knock at my door.
I quietly go over to peer through the peephole.
It's Junko.
Feeling a bit superior tonight and horny... I open it up.
She's gorgeous. Despite her stalking me for the past week, my trepidation is overcome by her shorts and a tight tee-shirt... and those legs. She smiles and says hello. I say hello and ask her in.
We don't talk... it's all action like we never missed a beat with us being apart for eight days or so.
I don't do any ironing that night, nor do I get any sleep - but that's okay...
Somewhere stress free,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Who: REALITY
My lunch was with the 1-3 class - first year's... the same one that followed me around last week - but no one brings it up and I think they are contrite, so I make it fun and they respond with a lot of laughs... they are good kids and really, despite not giving me privacy, they are curious about me - and that's cool.
I write a lot during the day - and it finally stops raining at 11AM.
I play some baseball at lunch with the 1-3 class... I'm the pitcher and strike out three and get struck out myself. My eyes are bothering me - astigmatism - I can't focus - especially as things travel from far to near - the whole point of trying to hit a ball coming towards you.
At 5PM, I go home and get ready to head to Ashley's place. Ashley and I have been broken up for about a month month. While I would like to get back with Ashley - I'm only into it for the sex... or so I keep telling myself. My plan is to make her want me back by being a nice guy, which is what I try to be all the time anyway.
I'm wearing a clean tee-shirt and a pair of shorts. I'm not overly dressy to be sure - but Ashley would be suspicious if I cam over in a suit... besides... I want to show off my legs and butt... what's the point of making them muscular if you can't show them off... my upper body is nothing to write home about, however.
I have no idea what I'm expecting out of tonight - except, she did invite me over... what was this... the third time she's offered to make dinner for me at her place? When we dated exclusively between August and May, she was at my place for dinner at least four or five times a week - and twice on the weekends. She never chipped in for food, but gladly ate what I made. That's something I never thought about until just now.Hmmm.
We did chat for 2-1/2 hours last night and I must admit she did anger me when she said she went to the VISA office by herself on Saturday, rather than travel with us on (Matthew, myself and MariAnn) on Sunday... especially when I did invite her. But, I guess she prefers being a loner sometimes.
When I ride over, it's chilly... which makes me reconsider the wisdom of wearing a tee-shirt and shorts - but I remember that old mantra: "It's better to look good than to feel good."
When I arrive, I give her a big hug (no kiss). We talk, eat nachos and watch the movie: The Never Ending Story II... I can think of two things wrong with that title....
We also watch a tv show called Dark Angel... both movies are duds as far as I am concerned, but it is nice to be with Ashley.
She offered (and I accepted) a neck massage for 10 minutes, which helped, as that's where I keep all of my stress - probably because that's also from writing so much - shoulders hunched over a keyboard.
At 10PM when I know it's her bedtime, I give her a hug (no kiss) and make my way home.
I leave a message for MariAnn's answering machine (I don't have one) - and she returns the call at 11:35PM and we chat until 12:30AM.
She says she is depressed and lonely and afraid that no one really understands her. I understand, but she does have relatives here - plus a cousin who came over on the same JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme - and she lives nearby!
Plus - she went home two months agao for a couple of weeks!
I'm wiped out - but she's worse. I try to cheer her up and even suggest she go home again for a visit... to re-charge her batteries. She says she has no money, but tell her to beg or borrow it or get it from her parents!
She's also having problems with her board of education office. I'm lucky... my OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) office has been more than fantastic to me - they are a fine group of co-workers and friends who are constantly looking out for me. And it is appreciated.
When I hang-up... there's a knock at my door.
I quietly go over to peer through the peephole.
It's Junko.
Feeling a bit superior tonight and horny... I open it up.
She's gorgeous. Despite her stalking me for the past week, my trepidation is overcome by her shorts and a tight tee-shirt... and those legs. She smiles and says hello. I say hello and ask her in.
We don't talk... it's all action like we never missed a beat with us being apart for eight days or so.
I don't do any ironing that night, nor do I get any sleep - but that's okay...
Somewhere stress free,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Who: REALITY
