Feeling the love from my secret-girlfriend Junko, I have decided to throw caution into the wind.
After a marathon bout of what some people call sex, I am feeling somewhat confident in having her be my regular girlfriend.
As my former stalker, she has a boyfriend back at Utsunomiya University and is able to not stalk me every waking minute of the day (and night, as she doesn't allow me a chance to sleep preferring instead to fill the time with lurid sex) - she seems more in control of herself.
That's a good thing. I would really like a girlfriend who seems strong and secure in herself. I'm not naive enough to assume she is baggage-free. Everybody has some sort of baggage to bear. At least now it's not luggage requiring three dollies and a Red Cap porter. I hope.
So... as mentioned last blog, I partially untied Junko and told her I want to talk.
Nothing like a captive audience, eh?
Just so you know, I did remove the gag. Eventually.
Hey... I was a virgin until a year ago. I might be a bit freaky, but this type of a sexual romp was all her idea. Apparently I was a very willing participant who learned the ropes as he went. I know... I'm very knotty.
"So... Junko... nod your head if you understand."
nod.
"Good girl. So... we've know each other for a while... and I know we really enjoy each other's company. I was just wondering if you wanted to be a real couple and be boyfriend/girlfriend? I'm going to remove the gag now."
"Can you untie me please, Andrew?"
Man, I love her English... it's better than my own!
A few minutes later she's rubbing the blood back into her arms... and I'm probably grinning like a hideous idiot.
"So... what do you think about what I said? Would you like for us to be a real couple?"
She looked at me with sad brown eyes and smiled internally so I could not see, opened her lips and showed her teeth.... and then began the longest sucking of air through her pearly whites I had ever seen or heard come from a Japanese person.
For those of you unaware, when a Japanese person - male or female - is asked a question for which a negative response is required, rather than offer the non-positive answer, they will instead provide a non-committal response.
It involves the sharp sucking of air through the teeth followed by a smile and one of 47 words the Japanese have for the word 'maybe'.
"Tabun," she says after inhaling all of air in the bedroom.
"Tabun?" I asked scrunching up my right side of my face while lifting up my left eyebrow.
"Tabun?" I said aloud again. And why was she suddenly turning Japanese, when she has really only ever been a psycho sex goddess sent from Hell to torment my wang.
Tabun does indeed mean 'maybe'.
What the hell? Is she just looking for all of the sex without any of the commitment? Can I seriously do that? I should be able to, what with being a guy. But... why doesn't she want me for a boyfriend? She has one, but obviously he can't do for her what I do for her or she wouldn't be corralled in my bedroom! A few months ago she would have married me! And now?? Oh... right... now she's sane.
Crap.
Tabun.
"Okay, Junko... I'm not going to annihilate your Japanese and female 'sensibilities' and ask why (I said that last part in my own head)... I'll assume that you want to keep our arrangement the way it is?"
She quickly nods yes, looks down and says "Hai" (Yes) like she is ashamed. Hunh. We did quite a few things over the past couple of hours that she could have been ashamed of, but this? She cares enough to not want me disappointed.
Meh.
It's a place to start.
But then again... I'm already in a great place to start. Sex with a gorgeous young woman and I don't have to even buy her dinner, diamonds or even date her. I just have open the door of my apartment, smile and help her undress.
I can do this...
Somewhere loosening the ties that bind,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is sung by the great Buddy Holly & The Crickets. How appropriate that the car in the YouTube image below is a 1949 Mercury (the James Dean car) - considering my own car blew a header gasket just a few hours ago as of this writing. It's now dead, and I need to get a new car. It was particularly galling that this possibly $2000 part to fix is the same price I paid for the car four months ago. Also galling was that I paid $300 to fix a hose on it earlier this morning, not including the $400 tow required three days earlier when said hose gave up the ghost while I was driving on the highway. It was this blown heater hose that must have heated up the gasket to cause it to blow. The hose itself was a $72 item. This all happened on Friday the 13th - formerly my lucky day as it was when I had first gone out with the woman who would be my first wife. Yes, I said 'first'. I might as well be optimistic.
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