Gaijin Girl Seeks J-Boy

(via fyasianbody)

Speaking of clubs…

Was once in a club with a friend (same friend I went to dinner with, actually) where I pointed to a smoking-hot guy and said “him!”

My friend looked at me like I was insane. I was confused.

Later, on the dancefloor, she kept pushing me into this guy who looked like a Johnny’s Junior. I didn’t understand why, but I was drunk and went with it.

Then spotted Mr Smoking-Hot and attempted to move closer to him.

Friend saw me dodging Junior, and again pushed me into him.

Again, confused. Again tried to move away.

This cycle of events happened for a good long while. Junior literally pushed me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat. I saw Mr Smoking-Hot watching. Chances, blown.

Went to go get a drink and Friend came to the bar, congratulating me on landing Junior. Again, confused, I asked her what the deal was with her pushing me into him, and for congratulating me.

Huge misunderstanding! She thought I had been pointing at Junior. Which is why the original look, but, being a Friend, she had my back.

By then Mr Smoking-Hot and his Smoking-Hot friends had left, so I figured why not have some more fun with Junior.

After a bit more dancefloor grinding, drink-feeding and general naughtiness, Friend and I decided to hit the road. Junior starts following us. I tell him we’re staying in a hotel, and he can’t come back with us. Where does he live? With his parents. OK, not so uncommon in Japan. What does he do? He’s a student at the local university. What year? First.

Japan. Really now. ID checks at the door, please! The last thing I need is to be caught making out with a drunk 18-year-old (drinking age in Japan is 20.)

Just got back from dinner with a friend. We came to several conclusions:

1) Yuuki is officially put on the “I don’t give a crap” list.
2) Inaka boys are assholes.
3) City boys are assholes.
4) We still love them.
5) A night of drinking and rubbing up against random guys in clubs is in order. 

The ex emailing me has brought back all kinds of memories…

One of the best is the first time we had sex. We were drinking at my place and both a little tipsy (which apparently is a prerequisite for first-time sex in Japan…)

Suddenly, he just looked at me, scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed.

Seriously guys, this is one of the sexiest fucking things you can ever do for a girl. It made me feel like a sexy weightless fairy princess. 

(via fyasianbody)

So I asked him why he never showed, and his reply was just “next month I’ll be really busy, so let’s go out this month.” >_<

J-hotties, why must you frustrate me so???

In other news, an ex who moved to another part of Japan has started messaging me really lovely, flirty messages. 意味わからな〜〜〜い！

He never showed up last night. Thank god it was a big party so it wasn’t me being all Forever Alone up in there. I did say “fuck him” and go on to party until 6am and the trains started running again.

And then he mailed this afternoon saying “sorry I couldn’t go out with you”. WTF?? No excuse, nothing.

I’m torn between going all gaijin on his ass and flat-out asking what the hell is up with him, and being Japanese and completely ignoring the situation (i.e. him) altogether.

Fuck. I thought he was a goodie.

So I got back from a bit of travelling (i.e. 3 weeks) a few days ago. It was good to get out of Japan for a while, but I’m glad to be home!

Do you have ANY idea how many cute guys there are around Asia though? Holy crap. Korea in particular. I have GOT to go to Korea again.

Didn’t get one single bit of action while I was away, though. I must confess, I’ve been pining over Yuuki a little. >_< We went on a couple of dates before I left, and he was so ridiculously adorable. Buuuut, as with every single time I’ve been dating a Japanese boy and gone away for a bit, he’s backed off now that I’m back. Typical. On my way to the airport he was emailing me every 5 minutes. Now I’m lucky if I can get a reply after 2 or 3 days. What IS it with these boys?

I feel like I really need to see him again so I can try and regain some of it, but he cancelled on me last night. :( We rescheduled for Friday night, so we’ll see if it works out this time.

*Sigh* Even if it goes back, though, he is SUCH an inaka soshokukei-danshi! I keep having seriously sexy thoughts about him, but he is NEVER going to make the first move. Maybe I just need some liquid courage on Friday night, and get things started by myself!

I was watching Iris yesterday, and this scene made me seriously horny.

Korean dramas »»» Japanese dramas, if only for the fact that they aren’t nearly as repressed.

Sorry about the lack of posts lately. Work got all kinds of crazy and it was all I could do to keep my normal tumblr (y’know, the one my friends read ;)) vaguely updated.

There also hasn’t really been much to update on. I wish I could tell you that after texting all night, Yuuki and I got together and banged all day, but instead he persists in being the adorable, shy, polite inaka boy.

Another reason I wish I lived in the city. City boys always work a little faster, I guess because they know that if it doesn’t work out, they can just disappear into the fog of people. Inaka boys have to take it slow because they know that if things go bad, or a story gets around, you’ll still have to see the other person all the time, and you’ll be constantly bumping into people who know them.

We got together last weekend, but only for about an hour. And we both had friends with us. Honestly, his friend seems like a bit of a freak. He’s got these shifty eyes, and it seemed like he was constantly looking for an excuse to get out of there, so when his girlfriend mailed him he bolted faster than he could make an excuse for doing so. Which kind of made everything awkward.

But I think we’re all going to go out together and get drunk this week (because there is NOTHING else to do in this little inaka shithole) so hopefully Yuuki will stop being so goddamn shy and just stick his tongue down my throat or something.

It’s strange that when I was first getting to know him and the team, it was always before/after their practices and in the locker room, so I was constantly seeing him in his underwear or their little shorts. Now that we’re hanging out outside of the work thing, he wears these really baggy tracksuits. I can’t stop myself from thinking about the amazing body he’s hiding under there, and the things I want to do to it.

Seriously girls, if you move to Japan, make sure it’s the city. The inaka is cause for levels of sexual frustration you never even knew existed.