I don't know what I'm expecting today. Actually... I do know... I'm not expecting anything.... despite slip ups every now and then, I've found it best to never expect anything. Anything good that is. That way is something bad happens, no big deal... I wasn't expecting anything good anyway... and if something good happens, well hooray for me - what a wonderful unexpected pleasure.
Hmm. That sounds weird when I actually have to write it out. I suppose it's called: Lowered Expectations.
I'm not always like that. I do know that I can get a hold of very sexy women... Junko, for example. the fact that she was flawed emotionally or perhaps mentally unstable... well... dammit. What was my point? Man... no wonder I don't want to get involved with Kristine. She's probably perfect - and why would I want her to be any other way? I wonder if women become flawed after they meet me, or if they are flawed before they meet me? Either way... what does that say about me?
So... it's Sunday, August 4, 1991. I finally have a day to myself here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan. No girlfriend. No friend-with-benefits. No stalker chick No one-night stands.
I miss all of that.
So I go to Karen's place in Yaita-shi, maybe 10 kilometres south of my place. Karen is from North Bay, Ontario, Canada and I'm from Toronto. I've been here in Japan teaching junior high school English as an assistant English teacher here on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching ) Programme for just over a year. Arriving here, I was a 25-year-old virgin living at home in my parent's basement watching Star Trek re-runs, playing Dungeons & Dragons and collecting comic books... and the only thing that saved me from being a complete nerd was the fact that I liked sports and could actually play most of them pretty well.
I was, of course, deathly afraid of women, but something about leaving home for the first time... living here in Japan ... in my own apartment... doing my own thing.. on my own schedule (more or less)... well... I matured. I know... doesn't that sound stupid! Especially, if I re-read my own blogs (and I do!)... but here in Japan... I have had to beat off the women with a large kendo stick. I haven't really hit on a single woman here, but have instead been hit on by a whole barrel full of them. It has kind of helped me develop an ego. I never had one before, so I don't believe mine is rampaging out of control.
How could it? The women who seem to want to sleep with me all seem... needy. Who's your daddy? I am.
Cripes... I'm only 26-years-old! I think I have an old soul.
My friend John who is visiting me from Toronto has his own agenda today.... so he's gone walkabout Ohtawara by himself.
I go to Karen's. Her city is more like a quieter version of my own, if that is possible. She has a nice, small apartment that is about 1/3 the size of my own place... but I'm not here to check out her apartment.
Sitting on the floor of her place, I get a pretty decent massage, and while I get, I give her feet one. I don't think I have a foot fetish (for those that do, whatever turns you on, eh!), but I did discover with Ashley that a lick on the toes will drive a woman wild. Karen is no exception as I literally send shivers up and down her spine. She enjoys it. Perhaps too much... but it is a boost to an ego that couldn't get a woman to even look at him in Toronto even if I was to spontaneoulsy combust in a high school cafeteria.
But it still seems as though I'm not getting any tonight, as this is just a feel-out date... to see if she can stand my company, and I hers.
Apparently she can... as it appears as though she is looking for a steady boyfriend. I'm not looking for a relationship... or if I am, I'm unsure if I want it to be with her. She's funny, sexy and intelligent. But she has a fair amount of baggage... and I'm not wearing a red cap. Red caps are men who are baggage carriers for customers on trains back in the 1900's up.
We have a vegetarian meal. I'm a meat eater. I don't think I can handle a vegetarian... though a meat eater does eat his fair share of vegetarians.
We kiss a bit and have a good time with each other. I leave her place at 6:30PM and arrive back home in the dark.
I'm still not sure I want to get mixed up with her. I miss Ashley.
Back home, I'm searching high and low for my passport which I will need for my trip to Thailand next week. When in doubt, call your dad. So I do. He says it's in my briefcase... the one I take to work everyday. That's a good guess, but I don't have a briefcase.
Still, he's more correct than not. It's in a plastic bag I take my stuff to work in. How the heck does he know? I've been carrying it around with me for a year... and he's back in Toronto.
I finish packing my stuff for my trip to Utsunomiya tomorrow and then for my trip to Thailand on Wednesday where I'll meet my mom who is coming in from Toronto.
At least I'll see one woman who doesn't have any baggage.
Somewhere needing a break from reality,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Pink Floyd: INEEDA
Hmm. That sounds weird when I actually have to write it out. I suppose it's called: Lowered Expectations.
I'm not always like that. I do know that I can get a hold of very sexy women... Junko, for example. the fact that she was flawed emotionally or perhaps mentally unstable... well... dammit. What was my point? Man... no wonder I don't want to get involved with Kristine. She's probably perfect - and why would I want her to be any other way? I wonder if women become flawed after they meet me, or if they are flawed before they meet me? Either way... what does that say about me?
So... it's Sunday, August 4, 1991. I finally have a day to myself here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan. No girlfriend. No friend-with-benefits. No stalker chick No one-night stands.
I miss all of that.
So I go to Karen's place in Yaita-shi, maybe 10 kilometres south of my place. Karen is from North Bay, Ontario, Canada and I'm from Toronto. I've been here in Japan teaching junior high school English as an assistant English teacher here on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching ) Programme for just over a year. Arriving here, I was a 25-year-old virgin living at home in my parent's basement watching Star Trek re-runs, playing Dungeons & Dragons and collecting comic books... and the only thing that saved me from being a complete nerd was the fact that I liked sports and could actually play most of them pretty well.
I was, of course, deathly afraid of women, but something about leaving home for the first time... living here in Japan ... in my own apartment... doing my own thing.. on my own schedule (more or less)... well... I matured. I know... doesn't that sound stupid! Especially, if I re-read my own blogs (and I do!)... but here in Japan... I have had to beat off the women with a large kendo stick. I haven't really hit on a single woman here, but have instead been hit on by a whole barrel full of them. It has kind of helped me develop an ego. I never had one before, so I don't believe mine is rampaging out of control.
How could it? The women who seem to want to sleep with me all seem... needy. Who's your daddy? I am.
Cripes... I'm only 26-years-old! I think I have an old soul.
My friend John who is visiting me from Toronto has his own agenda today.... so he's gone walkabout Ohtawara by himself.
I go to Karen's. Her city is more like a quieter version of my own, if that is possible. She has a nice, small apartment that is about 1/3 the size of my own place... but I'm not here to check out her apartment.
Sitting on the floor of her place, I get a pretty decent massage, and while I get, I give her feet one. I don't think I have a foot fetish (for those that do, whatever turns you on, eh!), but I did discover with Ashley that a lick on the toes will drive a woman wild. Karen is no exception as I literally send shivers up and down her spine. She enjoys it. Perhaps too much... but it is a boost to an ego that couldn't get a woman to even look at him in Toronto even if I was to spontaneoulsy combust in a high school cafeteria.
But it still seems as though I'm not getting any tonight, as this is just a feel-out date... to see if she can stand my company, and I hers.
Apparently she can... as it appears as though she is looking for a steady boyfriend. I'm not looking for a relationship... or if I am, I'm unsure if I want it to be with her. She's funny, sexy and intelligent. But she has a fair amount of baggage... and I'm not wearing a red cap. Red caps are men who are baggage carriers for customers on trains back in the 1900's up.
We have a vegetarian meal. I'm a meat eater. I don't think I can handle a vegetarian... though a meat eater does eat his fair share of vegetarians.
We kiss a bit and have a good time with each other. I leave her place at 6:30PM and arrive back home in the dark.
I'm still not sure I want to get mixed up with her. I miss Ashley.
Back home, I'm searching high and low for my passport which I will need for my trip to Thailand next week. When in doubt, call your dad. So I do. He says it's in my briefcase... the one I take to work everyday. That's a good guess, but I don't have a briefcase.
Still, he's more correct than not. It's in a plastic bag I take my stuff to work in. How the heck does he know? I've been carrying it around with me for a year... and he's back in Toronto.
I finish packing my stuff for my trip to Utsunomiya tomorrow and then for my trip to Thailand on Wednesday where I'll meet my mom who is coming in from Toronto.
At least I'll see one woman who doesn't have any baggage.
Somewhere needing a break from reality,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Pink Floyd: INEEDA
