An Interesting Experience
So this year a new round of folks were contracted to provide lunches for the children at school. The new school year started in April. Around the same time I stopped cooking as much, actually I literally stopped, and thus had no leftovers for lunch. So I ended up buying lunch at school. No problem, eh?
One of the new lunch stands was manned by a few men. They all seemed pretty chill until one of them became really persistent about being friends. So persistent that I actually stopped buying lunch from that stand and avoided that area all together. Yet, somehow, after relentless pursuit I ended up agreeing to meeting up with this persistent one on a weekend. He reckon since it was vacation I had no excuse. And after successfully avoiding the man the whole semester I was trapped.
So, I headed out to his summer shindig and what do you know? I had one of the most amazing times in Japan to date. That day I didn't speak a lick of English. Great Japanese practice! All of his friends only spoke Japanese and he himself doesn't speak English.
I went jet skiing and drove a jet for the first time in my life. Stellar. I met crazy Japanese folks. The ones that are COMPLETELY opposite to the ones I work with. These people knew how to have fun and they didn't care what society had stipulated their roles to be.
Anyhow, it turned out that we were on a "date," as he kept telling all his friends when we went for dinner afterwards. I didn't have the heart to say otherwise.
But what left me puzzled that whole day was how everyone, his friends and workers, paid such close attention to all my needs. Do you want anything to drink? Are you hungry? Here, let me take that for you, etc.... How everyone was quick to do whatever he asked for. I mean I know that in Japan, workers are very hardworking, subservient, but something about the interaction between him and his left me puzzled. And then again, I couldn't say that the huge tattoo on his back helped... But of course I'm imagining things.... Right?
Anywho, apparently that was my first date with a Japanese national. Crazy, ne?
One of the new lunch stands was manned by a few men. They all seemed pretty chill until one of them became really persistent about being friends. So persistent that I actually stopped buying lunch from that stand and avoided that area all together. Yet, somehow, after relentless pursuit I ended up agreeing to meeting up with this persistent one on a weekend. He reckon since it was vacation I had no excuse. And after successfully avoiding the man the whole semester I was trapped.
So, I headed out to his summer shindig and what do you know? I had one of the most amazing times in Japan to date. That day I didn't speak a lick of English. Great Japanese practice! All of his friends only spoke Japanese and he himself doesn't speak English.
I went jet skiing and drove a jet for the first time in my life. Stellar. I met crazy Japanese folks. The ones that are COMPLETELY opposite to the ones I work with. These people knew how to have fun and they didn't care what society had stipulated their roles to be.
Anyhow, it turned out that we were on a "date," as he kept telling all his friends when we went for dinner afterwards. I didn't have the heart to say otherwise.
But what left me puzzled that whole day was how everyone, his friends and workers, paid such close attention to all my needs. Do you want anything to drink? Are you hungry? Here, let me take that for you, etc.... How everyone was quick to do whatever he asked for. I mean I know that in Japan, workers are very hardworking, subservient, but something about the interaction between him and his left me puzzled. And then again, I couldn't say that the huge tattoo on his back helped... But of course I'm imagining things.... Right?
Anywho, apparently that was my first date with a Japanese national. Crazy, ne?
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