Leaving Japan

I should follow up the last one since it seems all desperate and gloomy like usual, and something good actually happened. I liked Alexandra, but she always worked and I was in another city. My last night in Japan I got a hotel room in Roppongi. There are very few hotels in Roppongi and people usually book way ahead. I didn't tell her that I got a hotel there just to see her, as opposed to an easier place to sleep like Okachimachi or Shibuya. I may have lied to myself and said I was going to party all night, but those days were done, for now at least. I almost didn't go to see her. It's tough, I don't know how it feels to be wanted by someone that I want, it's usually one way, either I like a woman, or she likes me, or I love a woman, and well. I went to her and we hung out for many hours. We drank the last of their wine that the Argentinian was saving for a special occasion. He said my leaving Japan was a good enough occasion for that.

On her break Alexandra met me at a coffee shop. I tried to explain to her how hard it is for a white guy to walk the streets of Roppongi. Every Nigerian doorman and South East Asian whore wants your money, and they get very personal. I told one Nigerian I had been in Japan 3 years. He replied; "You have been here 3 years, you are just learning to walk and talk. I have been here 13 years, I am already getting laid." Alexandra took me to a photo booth. We took lots of cutesy photos. All the night she kept saying "Don't go!" or "Take me with you." I played with her for saying this since I hadn't so much as kissed her, everytime she said "Don't go." I would ask her why I should stay. She once said; "So you could keep me company." I asked, "So I should stay in Japan, just so I can stand around in your bar and smile at you?" She started mumbling about how much she has to work and I heard her swear for the first time, it was really cute. The next day, my absolute last day in Japan I met her on a corner and we went and had brunch at T.G.I. Friday's. Two hours passed like nothing and I had to get to my plane. I invited her to come to the train station with me. We took a taxi to Tokyo eki. She held my hand the whole way. Alexandra had to get to Akihabara by 1:00 p.m. I was in line to by a ticket to Narita, she had to leave, but she didn't want to. She started hugging then kissing, then hugging, then kissing me. She sounded very sad when we parted. She texted me while I was on the train, and I talked to her when I got to the airport. She kept saying "Don't forget me." Alexandra, how could I forget you? Why did you wait so long to take me up on anything? I asked Alexandra to go places with me in the past but always she had work. Not really apropriate to kiss a bartender in the bar.

What the hell? I don't know. I suppose that was probably the most awesome way to leave a country. If I had done much more with her besides hugging and kissing I probably would be kicking myself right now. Just. Just. Well you know. You all fuck like rabbits. I savor my women. Alexandra, you were the finest. I want to drink from you again.

Instant Late Night Poem

I will make a poem right now;

Alexandra,

te quiero. Pero sera una dia en la futura.
Porque voy ahorra, y dices que quieri decir.
Nande? Ima? porque no en Augusto o Septiembre?
Anata ga hoshi desu. Solamente quiero una dia completa.
You give me your picture and say I should never forget you.
You say you want my picture and you will never forget me.
Demo, estuve tu' quieri, no una pictura.
We speak in 3 languages. When we drink we say; "Salud, Kampai, Cheers!" But I only got to say "hello."
Always and never this is my life. I see the extremes and you are there. I needed to realize it is now and not never. That there is no whole. That what is, is all.
I think I will see you in 3 hours. I think I will see you forever. My Colombian woman. Watashi no Colombiajin Onnanahito, mi colombiana.

Making Out In Japanese

One friday night. Two men. Roppongi. I danced all damn night, I was with the hottest girls and I got shot down 50% the time. It was awesome. Sean went for the slutiest girl in the bar, and had her leaving with him within 15 minutes, but her cock-blocking friend was there and that was shut down. Then the prostitutes came. I had managed to thwart them earlier when we first walked by, by singing to them "Iie keko desu." One of the fine women of the night sang it right back, in such a sweet voice. This time I had to lay down all my Japanese, it worked for me, I was able to confound the woman by being a white guy speaking Nihon go, Sean didn't have a chance, he wanted that sex so much, he didn't fight it when the two women carried him off. I ate what is affectionately referred to as a "Taliban Taco" and then I went back into the club. The absolutely most beautifuul girl gathered up my time, I was with her for at least two hours. We pretty much did everything but fuck on the bar. I was wondering if they were going to kick me out as I felt the soft breasts of this girl as she danced on the bar? Would my hand be slapped away as I made out with her, and her hot friend simultaneously? No, it was "Josh gets whatever he wants night." After I got drunk beyond reason, and spent $450 on various drinks, for various fine ladies, I decided I should go back home. I told the pretty girl I had to leave, so she wrote her number on my hand. As I was telling Sean I needed to go, I saw yet another hot Japanese girl. I could see from the look in her eyes that she needed me. So I told Sean, "I'm gonna be a minute." I started dancing with her, then making out. It couldn't last long though, I was just a little too drunk, so I kissed her goodbye too, and sean and I walked out into the sunlight, it was 6am Saturday morning.