So a bit happened in the last days… and without my computer it was too hard to update the blog daily… so just doing it all in one lumpsum from the comfy seat of my economy class plane. My back hurs, my knees are 10 inches too short to avoid the bar in front of me, and my neck is arched to just the right position that my sciatic nerve is pinching like a Hungarian pickled peach stuck in my throat…
Saw some amazing parts of Tokyo, but didn’t really take pics… I don’t know… I brought my big Nikon D300 but I wasn’t in the mood to do photography.
Day 7 special highlight events where my attempt to go to fuzoku, hostess bar, and kabakura… the hostess/kabakura bar was so so… the club was called Club Fusion. It’s 8,000 yen per hour, and they gave me whiskey on the house (which is normal… you get the whole bottle… )…. The first girl I got was quite the unattractive… seriously… about as homely as a mule’s backside… she also had a very annoying Kogyaru accent… was old… around 30 (old for hostess standards)… and asked pretty annoying questions. She also insistently just stared at me blankly as if I’m a wall. On a positive note she did keep talking about my massive arms (which are not that big but its her job to compliment me… so I’ll take what I can get). The second one however, was a different story. She was small, cute, really interesting blonde long hair… and was very well spoken. She said she was 17… which makes her about 20… but that’s still young. She was really tiny too. Smaller than my ex… also with large breasts. The thing I liked about her… was she asked amazing questions. She was very intuitive, and as soon as I answer a question, she’d follow up with 3 other questions and would just keep me talking… she didn’t compliment me too much… but was really skilled at showing me she was interested in me (obviously its just her job)… what was amazing was, that the half hour with her flew by so quick, I wanted to keep talking to her… so in that instant I realized how Japanese salarymen get addicted to hostess bars. I was able to leave quickly, but if I lived in japan again, I would probably go to talk to her again… therefore falling into the trap. Interesting. Fuzoku was crap. Its interesting how things are changing in japan. As I mentioned they allow foreigners now… but they can’t really have completely blatant buildings allowing sex services. As one “pimp†explained… the police are getting loud… customers have less money, and rent is getting high… so now you go to a register… pick your shimei… (oh, for the record, hostess bars allow you to pick a girl too… but you pay an extra fee… again shimei)…. So then you get cough up your money (about $150 US)…. Then go to a hotel, get the “90 minute availabilityâ€, make sure NOT to show the paper receipt that instructs you of the fuzoku way of doing things (yeah they actually give you a paper telling you step by step what to do)…. You get a key… and yes the hotel operator knows the deal, he’s just not supposed to directly see it as this protects him… you go to the room… call a phone number, say your name, and a room number… and about 20 min later the girl you THOUGHT you chose shows up. In actuality she’s a different woman and most likely 20 years older than whatever you picked. She’s also got bad teeth and a little cross-eyed… if your lucky. A good recommendation would be to tell them your gonna use “oral sex†condoms before she comes to the room… after you see the teeth you are very happy for your wise forethinking….
She then proceeds to come in, undress casually and ask you a bunch of stupid questions about your nationality (if you’re a foreigner). Walks you into the shower room, and washes your privates and gives you a mouth rinse. Obviously her main concern is to get you clean for her “jobâ€. You get out, lay down on the bed, and she goes to town doing her job. Just as you finish, her “alarm†rings and its time to shower up again… just for peace of mind, its wise to ask her to leave first… call the front desk, tell them the girl is leaving first … and then when she’s out of the room… take the condom which has been thrown in the trash, and check it for tears! Then say a quick prayer, get dressed and leave.
Most of these girls are good at their job… but it obviously feels that way. A job. The best thing to do if one wishes to enjoy this kind of experience is to look at it this way. You are paying for a machine to pleasure you for roughly 30 minutes. The financial resources you have, buys you the ability to use another human being’s mouth as a device as opposed to having to care and talk to the person. For people who are voyeurs or into the whole “pleasuring with the left hand†thing… this might be interesting. In general, its not a big deal, and a proper partner would be more enjoyable. However… an experience is an experience and should not be overlooked as a part of life.
Oh I also got my ass thoroughly kicked by a gyaru girl in Taito Station Arcade at Tekken 6. And I used Hwarang! My best character… she mopped the floor with me and I lost $10 total playing against her. I didn’t even get her down to half life in any of the rounds. I was impressed. Her boyfriend was there too cheering her on. Very nice. Cute actually… I was a bit envious of them…
Day 8… when to Shibuya 109 -2 Men’s! yeah… that’s the title. Basically 109 is a Gyaru hangout where they go to shop… but… the men’s one has… well Host type stuff for men… and I went all out. Spent nearly $1,500 in crap. All fashionable accessories that in Japan would be considered pretty gross for a guy to have… not that it’s really bad but simply that they are 2 year old tacky designs that young gangsters have… the interesting thing is… that in the USA these things don’t exist as part of fashion… so they are completely new and foreign. I believe I liked the style… so I am happy with my choices…
A white strap with the words KNIGHT in blingbling written on it… for my pink PSP….
A white belt strap
A brown belt strap
A square belt buckle with rhinestones
A simple OVERSIZED belt buckle a-la Tom Jones…
A wallet chain with 3 silver chains, one with rhinestones… again common now… for suits
A wallet chain with 2 shiny chains… complete with tiny skulls… for casual wear
A dragonball
A new japanese tvshow cartoon… with foreigners speaking Japanese with American accents… about bodybuilders in a gym wearing bras…
A light brown man purse so I can avoid carrying stuff in my pockets all the time. Yeah I’m gonna start carrying purses… well san Francisco might be ok…
A Scope watch… 80s digital style…
A weird white oversized watch
2 usb memory sticks… one 4 GB with 30 mb/sec write speed, and a small 1GB one that attaches to keychain…
A broche. Yeah. Sparkly, rhinestone broche pin that goes on lapel of suit jacket or tie… it has a rose shape.
Another broche… two large rhinestones connected by a small chain with more rhinestones… same purpose… equally gay.
3 ties… pink stripes, pink plaid, and white/black stripes… all in a thin RatPack style…
And that’s it!
Day 9 I was supposed to deal with my ex again… but was so tired… we ended up just cancelling and leaving things for another day… met an old college buddy… went to roppongi… he went home… unfortunately as he most likely wanted to rest… and I wanted to spend my ONE night in roppongi doing my own stuff. I really enjoyed myself! Finally a night of partying! This was what I really wanted in japna….. too bad I only got one day of this. So… T. and I went to A197 (new bar in roppongi)… where I proceeded to chat it up with this tall mix Korean/French girl… who was an architect. I walked my friend to the station, while she then got along with these Austrian businessmen. When I came back… I was at first sad for losing any chance of getting laid with her… but… I overheard they talk about OMV… which was my client in Romania (austria’s largest oil company). I started chatting with them, and they bought me a few drinks… after which we hung out for about an hour and chatted it up… they were really quite amazing conversationalists. The girl was also a phenomenal talker, really funny and we just had a lot of fun talking and drinking at the bar. These two Japanese guys got into the convo with her, and turns out one of them was really similar / well suited for her… so they REALLY hit it off… the other guy being a bit lonely and on his birthday was chatting with me… and again I was just blown away with how much fun and cool these guys were… we ended up going club hopping in a group of 4, one of them knew the club management so got us in cheap… also helped me get drinks… danced like crazy the whole night with a beautiful American military girl from Cali… got lots of emails and made new friends… went to karaoke and sang till 6 in the morning after the club… again with these strangers who I’d like to hope are newfound friends… Got emails and I’m sure gonna do my damn hardest to keep in touch…
Thank you (Korean mix) for being so friendly, beautiful, enchanting, funny, outgoing and friendly… getting us all together and brightening the room… I’m sorry your friend passed away ….
Thank you (birthday boy) for being so gratious, caring, great communicator, keeping me company, and just being an awesome guy. Happy 40th birthday and my greatest respects to you.
Thank you (army) for being so fun to dance with energetic and beautiful. Man you have some power on you…
Thank you (Dickhead… just the nickname he gave himself) for being so friggin funny… you really made me laugh and were just amazing to hang out with.
I hope to keep in touch with you guys and if your ever on my side of the world… let’s party again…
Day 10 I was hanging out with my ex … That was an awesome day too… The whole day and well into the night… good food, lots of fart jokes, man breasts, gondola, mochimochi, and a beautiful smile. Whether we’ll be true friends or not… I don’t’ know… but I know for one day… you were just what I needed to forget all my stresses and problems. Thank you. Truly.
Now I’m back to the USA… I didn’t fully relax… in fact 8 of the days were hard… But… 2 days… of TRUE relaxing… were amazing. I learned a lot about myself… and I hope I live enough to enjoy more days like this. Thank you japan. I truly love you. I haven’t loved you in a long time …. And while I’ve hated so many things about japan… you have finally given me some memories that were indeed long needed…