Gotta quit eating this extra-large pizza while I type.
Anyway, it’s not easy for foreign men; we just have ridiculously low standards. Like I was on a date with this Japanese girl – this was a couple of years ago – and we went to a Mexican restaurant. And we were hitting it off, drinking Coronas and laughing and making flirty eyes and then out of nowhere, and bear in mind this was our first date, she asks, Things kind of degraded from there, and we never went out again.
So yes, I’m generalizing, and I’m sure your girlfriend/wife/co-worker/neighbor is really a wonderful person and a fabulous lover.
In that case, it’d probably be in everyone’s best interest not to show her this article, really.
In the end, Japanese women aren’t simple and gullible, although they’re good at pretending to be.
We paid the money for a room with lots of mirrors, went in, started making out on the bed, and then just as we were about to, as they say, consummate matters, she looked up at me and asked, I was like, What the hell? And you know I’m not trying to lead anybody on, but for Christ’s sake. Okay, so I haven’t dated that many Japanese women, statistically speaking.
She was short and cute, and as the night progressed we ended up outside, walking down the street.
I think we were going somewhere to play pool, but I’m not really sure why.
Which is a shame, because I was kind of into that whole witch thing.
Then a few months later, I met a Japanese girl in a club in Roppongi.