Steal the show, and don't follow through

I went with Ian to Sakuragicho, the McDonald's was located at the end of one of the most beautiful night time walkways I have ever seen. You walk along a wooden bridge over a lake surrounded by life. The tallest building, the ferris wheel, the masted ship, lights and buildings, and music and dancing until you reach an impressive mall. This was the second McDonald's I've been to in Yokohama that had unique and amazing architecture. The other one is on the other side by "Jack" Mall. The girl we had quested for was learning the register. I got a Teriyaki McBurger and a Coke. She wasn't "hot" as Ian had said, I don't think. She looked 14. I'm not really down with that. I know she was 19, but numbers aren't so important to me. Ian says nothing, I say nothing. We sit and eat. Next to us are 4 really cute obviously rebelious America loving high school girls. 3 of them had their hair bleached to as blond as black can get. Two had extensive peircings. They were all dressed in what American's would call "punk" not the dark Goth style, but the frayed anti color coordination style. Seeing as how neither Ian nor I were to talk to this girl we had quested for, I chose to shamelessly hit on these girls.

I didn't have to do much. My skin color gave me instant celebrity status with these girls, and with Ian's help, I actually managed to understand them a bit. They all used fake American names, Lisa was really Mari, Michelle had some incomprehensibly hard to pronounce name. Anyway, it is always nice to have 4 hot high school girls paying absolute attention to you, and laugh hysterically in joyous exhaltation. I had no intention of a follow through. One of them said she wished she could see me again, I ignored it. Another asked if I would remember their names, I remembered Lisa, and Michelle, then made fun of them, "Ahh, Anata wa Amerikajin desu." ( Ahh, you are Americans) they loved that. It was like when Dave Chapelle did that skit where the blind black guy thought the ghetto white kids were black. Anyway. Every guy I have told this story to told me I should have gotten their numbers, or given mine. Ian made a good point though, if I had met them again, there is really very few legal things I could do with them. I wouldn't understand them, and they wouldn't understand me, so it would break down to me buying them liquer and fucking them, they were like 16, so no thank you. These girls had enough issues, let them be cute American posers without some douchebag American sailor contributing. Though the prospect is intriguing. I must say. So there. I turned down 4 cute Japanese girls in one night. I think that gives me free reign to tell you I am capable of moral conviction. That this isn't a issue of oportunity. These girls wanted to party, it was 9:30 on a Monday, and they wanted an excuse to not go home.

Ohh, hmm. Now if that girl behind the counter were all cute and punked out, I'd have been all over her. 19 is slightly different than 16ish. hmm. You know you're judging me. Judge away.

Steal the show, and don't follow through

I went with Ian to Sakuragicho, the McDonald's was located at the end of one of the most beautiful night time walkways I have ever seen. You walk along a wooden bridge over a lake surrounded by life. The tallest building, the ferris wheel, the masted ship, lights and buildings, and music and dancing until you reach an impressive mall. This was the second McDonald's I've been to in Yokohama that had unique and amazing architecture. The other one is on the other side by "Jack" Mall. The girl we had quested for was learning the register. I got a Teriyaki McBurger and a Coke. She wasn't "hot" as Ian had said, I don't think. She looked 14. I'm not really down with that. I know she was 19, but numbers aren't so important to me. Ian says nothing, I say nothing. We sit and eat. Next to us are 4 really cute obviously rebelious America loving high school girls. 3 of them had their hair bleached to as blond as black can get. Two had extensive peircings. They were all dressed in what American's would call "punk" not the dark Goth style, but the frayed anti color coordination style. Seeing as how neither Ian nor I were to talk to this girl we had quested for, I chose to shamelessly hit on these girls.

I didn't have to do much. My skin color gave me instant celebrity status with these girls, and with Ian's help, I actually managed to understand them a bit. They all used fake American names, Lisa was really Mari, Michelle had some incomprehensibly hard to pronounce name. Anyway, it is always nice to have 4 hot high school girls paying absolute attention to you, and laugh hysterically in joyous exhaltation. I had no intention of a follow through. One of them said she wished she could see me again, I ignored it. Another asked if I would remember their names, I remembered Lisa, and Michelle, then made fun of them, "Ahh, Anata wa Amerikajin desu." ( Ahh, you are Americans) they loved that. It was like when Dave Chapelle did that skit where the blind black guy thought the ghetto white kids were black. Anyway. Every guy I have told this story to told me I should have gotten their numbers, or given mine. Ian made a good point though, if I had met them again, there is really very few legal things I could do with them. I wouldn't understand them, and they wouldn't understand me, so it would break down to me buying them liquer and fucking them, they were like 16, so no thank you. These girls had enough issues, let them be cute American posers without some douchebag American sailor contributing. Though the prospect is intriguing. I must say. So there. I turned down 4 cute Japanese girls in one night. I think that gives me free reign to tell you I am capable of moral conviction. That this isn't a issue of oportunity. These girls wanted to party, it was 9:30 on a Monday, and they wanted an excuse to not go home.

Ohh, hmm. Now if that girl behind the counter were all cute and punked out, I'd have been all over her. 19 is slightly different than 16ish. hmm. You know you're judging me. Judge away.