Today is Thursday, October 17, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara city), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan. I have been an assistant English teacher(AET) on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme for nearly 15 months now, and despite women problems, I have enjoyed my time in this country immensely.
My current social status reads as thus: single and datable, but I do have a friend-with-benefits with whom I still want as a girlfriend. Pathetic, I realize as I write these words, but true.
On this day, the JET Progarmme AETs for the Prefecture are supposed to get together in Utsunomiya-shi (Utsunomiya City), the capital of Tochigi-ken.
All 53 (I think) of us are supposed to visit Utsunomiya Daigaku (Utsunomiya University) and chat with the students before going to Nikko-shi (City of Nikko) to learn about the natural science of the Tochigi-ken area. It's to give us a broader knowledge of the part of Japan we live in. It's a cool idea, and I'm actually looking forward to the Nikko part of the trip.
The Utsunomiya University part of the trip... I'm dreading it.
Months back, a gorgeous Japanese Utsunomiya University student came up to Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School)--one of the seven junior high schools I teach at four days a week--to do a week-long internship.
Junko and I hit it off remarkably well. She was long, tall, lingerie fashion-model sexy, intelligent (she liked me!) and she spoke better English than I did (not that difficult a thing to do, if you have seen my grammatical errors in this blog). But, despite it only supposed to be a week-long fling before she had to go back to university, she tried to drop out of school to be with me, and then she, after me trying to nix that career-sucking goal, she said okay and went home... and began stalking me, watching me at work (the junior high schools)... and then waiting outside my apartment building... always waiting until whatever visitor I was with had left (say at 9:30PM) before knocking on my door literally 10 seconds later.
I know, I know... what the hell am I complaining about? But, aside from constantly being dehydrated by this sexy minx, we also would have sex again and again all through the night. I know, I know... what the hell AM I complaining about? But really... every night? All night? Have you ever gone without sleep for a couple of weeks? Maybe got an hour or two of actual sleep? It's not a good situation. You start to hallucinate and get grumpy.
Anyhow... I got a Japanese Emglish teacher involved at Ohtawara Chu Gakko, as well as the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education)--my actual salary paying bosses who were as nice a group of people I have ever met in my life--to get her off my cl-ass. They did, and sent her back to her mom in Utsunomiya. To hopefully get some help. Or to also go back to school.
Despite me missing the nightly shenanigans and the morning chaffings, I did wonder how she was doing, but owing to the whole stalking thing, I did not try to initiate contact with her.
I also assumed that no matter what, she would somehow manage to be at this Utsunomiya University event today.
I'm unsure if I was dreading this day, or looking forward to seeing her again so that every other AET on the JET Programme could see me with her. Especially the women on the JET Programme, who might wonder why someone as fantastically gorgeous as her would be hanging around with me... it would make them curious, and would open the door and legs to a possible physical confrontation of our groinal areas. It was just a thought.
I like the way I think.
At the University, we all had to listen to speech after speech. Interesting speeches, sure... why not... they probably were, but not one of those speeches offered anything new or earth-shattering--especially to an old pro of 15 months here.
One female professor said the same thing I have always said about how to survive here in Japan: Have fun.
And guess what? I saw Junko sitting in on the speeches.
She smiled at me and waved and bowed at me... but did not come within 30 feet of me. Figuring she wasn't sure if I wanted to talk with her... I sought her out. I could smell the apple blossoms in her hair from her shampoo at 30 feet. It was how I first noticed her... that and one of the other make AETs elbowing me in the side to check out that hot chick over there.
But that apple blossom hair. Immediately, I was lost.
I floated over to her, bowed to her and she back to me. We looked at each other and smiled.
Oh, it was so on.
She grabbed my hand and led me out of the auditorium.
We found an empty classroom, which was small enough to hold maybe six people, and went at it. We didn't care about anything except for our own bodies. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the only time we stopped was so I could dig a condom out of my wallet.
I'm not a Boy Scout, but I have always been prepared. Until I arrived in Japan last year at the age of 25, I was a virgin (thank you ex-girlfriend and now current friend-with benefits), but I had been carrying a condom in my wallet since I was 14. While that condom was never, ever used, I have since comingin to Japan always been prepared.
The good thing about Junko and I, was that when we have sex, we don't do a lot of screaming or heavy grunting. While there certainly was a lot of lifting, grinding and thrusting and slapping of parts, we were pretty quiet.
Or so we thought.
Caught in mid-thrust, we looked up to see that same female Japanese professor standing at the door way staring at us. Shocked at what was going on in her classroom, she meekly bowed, said something in Japanese, bowed again and closed the door.
She was pretty cool about the whole thing, as Junko and I carried on without missing a thrust ( I was on the bottom)... at least the professor knows there are at least two people who believed that the only way to survive Japan was to have fun. We had fun twice in her classroom.
Somewhere university can be fun,
Andrew "going down the only road I've ever known" Joseph
Today's blog title is by Whitesnake.
More on this day tomorrow, with Japan - Its A Wonderful Rife offering you a trip to Nikko and more of the same old Junko?
Here's a video of this classic Whitesnake song:
My current social status reads as thus: single and datable, but I do have a friend-with-benefits with whom I still want as a girlfriend. Pathetic, I realize as I write these words, but true.
On this day, the JET Progarmme AETs for the Prefecture are supposed to get together in Utsunomiya-shi (Utsunomiya City), the capital of Tochigi-ken.
All 53 (I think) of us are supposed to visit Utsunomiya Daigaku (Utsunomiya University) and chat with the students before going to Nikko-shi (City of Nikko) to learn about the natural science of the Tochigi-ken area. It's to give us a broader knowledge of the part of Japan we live in. It's a cool idea, and I'm actually looking forward to the Nikko part of the trip.
The Utsunomiya University part of the trip... I'm dreading it.
Months back, a gorgeous Japanese Utsunomiya University student came up to Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School)--one of the seven junior high schools I teach at four days a week--to do a week-long internship.
Junko and I hit it off remarkably well. She was long, tall, lingerie fashion-model sexy, intelligent (she liked me!) and she spoke better English than I did (not that difficult a thing to do, if you have seen my grammatical errors in this blog). But, despite it only supposed to be a week-long fling before she had to go back to university, she tried to drop out of school to be with me, and then she, after me trying to nix that career-sucking goal, she said okay and went home... and began stalking me, watching me at work (the junior high schools)... and then waiting outside my apartment building... always waiting until whatever visitor I was with had left (say at 9:30PM) before knocking on my door literally 10 seconds later.
I know, I know... what the hell am I complaining about? But, aside from constantly being dehydrated by this sexy minx, we also would have sex again and again all through the night. I know, I know... what the hell AM I complaining about? But really... every night? All night? Have you ever gone without sleep for a couple of weeks? Maybe got an hour or two of actual sleep? It's not a good situation. You start to hallucinate and get grumpy.
Anyhow... I got a Japanese Emglish teacher involved at Ohtawara Chu Gakko, as well as the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education)--my actual salary paying bosses who were as nice a group of people I have ever met in my life--to get her off my cl-ass. They did, and sent her back to her mom in Utsunomiya. To hopefully get some help. Or to also go back to school.
Despite me missing the nightly shenanigans and the morning chaffings, I did wonder how she was doing, but owing to the whole stalking thing, I did not try to initiate contact with her.
I also assumed that no matter what, she would somehow manage to be at this Utsunomiya University event today.
I'm unsure if I was dreading this day, or looking forward to seeing her again so that every other AET on the JET Programme could see me with her. Especially the women on the JET Programme, who might wonder why someone as fantastically gorgeous as her would be hanging around with me... it would make them curious, and would open the door and legs to a possible physical confrontation of our groinal areas. It was just a thought.
I like the way I think.
At the University, we all had to listen to speech after speech. Interesting speeches, sure... why not... they probably were, but not one of those speeches offered anything new or earth-shattering--especially to an old pro of 15 months here.
One female professor said the same thing I have always said about how to survive here in Japan: Have fun.
And guess what? I saw Junko sitting in on the speeches.
She smiled at me and waved and bowed at me... but did not come within 30 feet of me. Figuring she wasn't sure if I wanted to talk with her... I sought her out. I could smell the apple blossoms in her hair from her shampoo at 30 feet. It was how I first noticed her... that and one of the other make AETs elbowing me in the side to check out that hot chick over there.
But that apple blossom hair. Immediately, I was lost.
I floated over to her, bowed to her and she back to me. We looked at each other and smiled.
Oh, it was so on.
She grabbed my hand and led me out of the auditorium.
We found an empty classroom, which was small enough to hold maybe six people, and went at it. We didn't care about anything except for our own bodies. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the only time we stopped was so I could dig a condom out of my wallet.
I'm not a Boy Scout, but I have always been prepared. Until I arrived in Japan last year at the age of 25, I was a virgin (thank you ex-girlfriend and now current friend-with benefits), but I had been carrying a condom in my wallet since I was 14. While that condom was never, ever used, I have since coming
The good thing about Junko and I, was that when we have sex, we don't do a lot of screaming or heavy grunting. While there certainly was a lot of lifting, grinding and thrusting and slapping of parts, we were pretty quiet.
Or so we thought.
Caught in mid-thrust, we looked up to see that same female Japanese professor standing at the door way staring at us. Shocked at what was going on in her classroom, she meekly bowed, said something in Japanese, bowed again and closed the door.
She was pretty cool about the whole thing, as Junko and I carried on without missing a thrust ( I was on the bottom)... at least the professor knows there are at least two people who believed that the only way to survive Japan was to have fun. We had fun twice in her classroom.
Somewhere university can be fun,
Andrew "going down the only road I've ever known" Joseph
Today's blog title is by Whitesnake.
More on this day tomorrow, with Japan - Its A Wonderful Rife offering you a trip to Nikko and more of the same old Junko?
Here's a video of this classic Whitesnake song:
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