It was a rare day in Tokyo for me. I was stoned and feeling bold and great. When I am stoned
shopping at Bic Camera can be one of the funnest things in town to do. It’s far more satisfied
than going to a club and holding a drink alone in the darkness. At Bic Camera there are rows
and rows of exciting electronics that you probably want or need. I was in the bathroom when my
edible high came on and I was obsessing over fixing my hair in the bathroom so intensely that I
didn’t even notice there was another female waiting for me at the sink to wash my hands! Ooops.
Lately, there have always been FREE HUGS guys in the middle of Shibuya square experimenting
with breaking the bonds of Japan’s no touch society. While I was high and shopping I resolved that
on the way back, I was not only going to ask the 2 guys I saw on the way up there for a hug, but I
was going to ask for a group hug and ask them to hold me for 15 seconds. In Japanese this is
known as “skinship.” And actually, upon doing an internet search, I found that skinship is also a
Korean/English term for the same physical affection that MOST humans crave, except the average
Japanese person. By the time I cruised back through Hachiko Square with my new bag of crap
from Bic, the two guys that I saw were gone. Zannen. I had a whole Japanese dialogue prepared
about how we were going to do a standing cuddle for 15 seconds and breathe together. A short
Tantric on the sly bonding ritual, that I really was craving. It had been a few months since my last
intimate encounter, I’d told the last guy I was seeing to get lost because he wasn’t fulfilling my needs
for a future partner and he was just rearing his head into my consciousness (aka my LINE) without
really offering anything. I had gone to a Ladies Free night at one of the clubs that I frequent.
I got lost trying to find it and that was annoying. My sense of direction for places is one of my
most annoying traits. I can get lost even if I have been to a place several times before. I get lost
even in Los Angeles and San Francisco. I get lost even with GPS because it has a delay and it
also doesn’t know which direction to send you until you start walking in a direction. For this reason
GPS doesn’t solve my problems because I have to set out in a direction that I guess initially and it
has a 1 out of 4 success rate naturally, so 3 out of 4 times it is wrong. When I got into the dance
part of the club there was no one inside. A group of guys that I didn’t feel like talking to and a single
female alone. The music was crap so I decided to call it a night. It was a school night and I was
making an attempt to go out and dance since I hadn’t gone out on the weekend. So far, my
shopping at Bic Camera was the most exciting part of my evening. I tried to watch Japan’s World
Cup soccer game, another attempt to socialize with others, but the one bar I went in had no people
and the lights were on really bright in there and I could just imagine how that would turn out before
I even wasted 600 yen on a drink alone. When I got in the Den en Toshi LIne, my local train I gave
some guy sitting in front of me the eyebrow nod. I was high and feeling daring and friendly, and
really I didn’t think much of it. He returned this gesture with a hard gaze in my face and I was
taken aback by the energy of it. I returned his gaze with bold attitude. What? I said with my look
back. You want something? He didn’t look away so I had to first and gaze for a few seconds out
the window. He was still looking at me when I looked back. From Shibuya my house is only 13
minutes on the train, 3 stops to be exact. Within these 3 stops he motioned the mime signal for
“Do you want to drink?” and I thought, Well, No Japanese man EVER asks me out for a drink in
So I smiled and said Yes. He was pretty cute, as I recall and that’s why I even gave him the
eyebrows in the first place. We went to an Izakaya and had a few drinks. He asked me to kiss
him upon which I said no. I tried to push our one night stand to Friday upon which he said no. I
made him follow me 1.4 km to my house from the cab ride to my local station. We both had work
in the morning and we had sex and I got him to sleep in my bed. I was in it for the skin ship. I
got to sleep with someone in my bed all night (well, in the end, it was only about six hours of time,
but still, I love every moment of cuddling that I can get in Japan. The sex wasn’t great.
It was just a fun rare adventure, like finding 1000 yen on the ground in Tokyo.
Men do not ask me out in Japan and people do not make eye contact on the train in Japan.
If a man hits on you on the train in Japan, he is probably drunk and not feeling Japanese.
It something like a societal rule here. I’ve had drunk guys pick up on me on the street but
I’ve never gone home with any of them. They usually say stupid things within 3 minutes and
never even have the brains to ask me for a drink to go slow enough to get to know my name
and allow me to feel comfortable to WANT to fuck them instantaneously. That’s Sex in Japan for
me. Sad and shitty. I’ve been trying to chat him up with no real warm response on his end though.
It was just a fuck for him unfortunately because I looked up his social media and found out he was
a performer and since he lived so close to me, he’d make a great boyfriend for a few months or
more if he only could realize what he was missing out on. But I guess he won’t. Zannen. Back to the routine of Japan.
Ho Hum. Until the next miracle.
shopping at Bic Camera can be one of the funnest things in town to do. It’s far more satisfied
than going to a club and holding a drink alone in the darkness. At Bic Camera there are rows
and rows of exciting electronics that you probably want or need. I was in the bathroom when my
edible high came on and I was obsessing over fixing my hair in the bathroom so intensely that I
didn’t even notice there was another female waiting for me at the sink to wash my hands! Ooops.
Lately, there have always been FREE HUGS guys in the middle of Shibuya square experimenting
with breaking the bonds of Japan’s no touch society. While I was high and shopping I resolved that
on the way back, I was not only going to ask the 2 guys I saw on the way up there for a hug, but I
was going to ask for a group hug and ask them to hold me for 15 seconds. In Japanese this is
known as “skinship.” And actually, upon doing an internet search, I found that skinship is also a
Korean/English term for the same physical affection that MOST humans crave, except the average
Japanese person. By the time I cruised back through Hachiko Square with my new bag of crap
from Bic, the two guys that I saw were gone. Zannen. I had a whole Japanese dialogue prepared
about how we were going to do a standing cuddle for 15 seconds and breathe together. A short
Tantric on the sly bonding ritual, that I really was craving. It had been a few months since my last
intimate encounter, I’d told the last guy I was seeing to get lost because he wasn’t fulfilling my needs
for a future partner and he was just rearing his head into my consciousness (aka my LINE) without
really offering anything. I had gone to a Ladies Free night at one of the clubs that I frequent.
I got lost trying to find it and that was annoying. My sense of direction for places is one of my
most annoying traits. I can get lost even if I have been to a place several times before. I get lost
even in Los Angeles and San Francisco. I get lost even with GPS because it has a delay and it
also doesn’t know which direction to send you until you start walking in a direction. For this reason
GPS doesn’t solve my problems because I have to set out in a direction that I guess initially and it
has a 1 out of 4 success rate naturally, so 3 out of 4 times it is wrong. When I got into the dance
part of the club there was no one inside. A group of guys that I didn’t feel like talking to and a single
female alone. The music was crap so I decided to call it a night. It was a school night and I was
making an attempt to go out and dance since I hadn’t gone out on the weekend. So far, my
shopping at Bic Camera was the most exciting part of my evening. I tried to watch Japan’s World
Cup soccer game, another attempt to socialize with others, but the one bar I went in had no people
and the lights were on really bright in there and I could just imagine how that would turn out before
I even wasted 600 yen on a drink alone. When I got in the Den en Toshi LIne, my local train I gave
some guy sitting in front of me the eyebrow nod. I was high and feeling daring and friendly, and
really I didn’t think much of it. He returned this gesture with a hard gaze in my face and I was
taken aback by the energy of it. I returned his gaze with bold attitude. What? I said with my look
back. You want something? He didn’t look away so I had to first and gaze for a few seconds out
the window. He was still looking at me when I looked back. From Shibuya my house is only 13
minutes on the train, 3 stops to be exact. Within these 3 stops he motioned the mime signal for
“Do you want to drink?” and I thought, Well, No Japanese man EVER asks me out for a drink in
So I smiled and said Yes. He was pretty cute, as I recall and that’s why I even gave him the
eyebrows in the first place. We went to an Izakaya and had a few drinks. He asked me to kiss
him upon which I said no. I tried to push our one night stand to Friday upon which he said no. I
made him follow me 1.4 km to my house from the cab ride to my local station. We both had work
in the morning and we had sex and I got him to sleep in my bed. I was in it for the skin ship. I
got to sleep with someone in my bed all night (well, in the end, it was only about six hours of time,
but still, I love every moment of cuddling that I can get in Japan. The sex wasn’t great.
It was just a fun rare adventure, like finding 1000 yen on the ground in Tokyo.
Men do not ask me out in Japan and people do not make eye contact on the train in Japan.
If a man hits on you on the train in Japan, he is probably drunk and not feeling Japanese.
It something like a societal rule here. I’ve had drunk guys pick up on me on the street but
I’ve never gone home with any of them. They usually say stupid things within 3 minutes and
never even have the brains to ask me for a drink to go slow enough to get to know my name
and allow me to feel comfortable to WANT to fuck them instantaneously. That’s Sex in Japan for
me. Sad and shitty. I’ve been trying to chat him up with no real warm response on his end though.
It was just a fuck for him unfortunately because I looked up his social media and found out he was
a performer and since he lived so close to me, he’d make a great boyfriend for a few months or
more if he only could realize what he was missing out on. But I guess he won’t. Zannen. Back to the routine of Japan.
Ho Hum. Until the next miracle.
No comments:
Post a Comment