Last Fling

Last Fling

There are three logical choices for a last fling in Tokyo.

There is, of course, the Handsome Businessman. He is the last on the list though because of the whole cheating thing. In fact, I doubt that he is really an option. I just list him because he is a sure thing, a kind of last-ditch attempt.

There is Kyuchi. But. Kyuchi is very typically Japanese. He is shy. And when I say that he is shy, I don’t mean that he is American shy. I mean that he is Japanese shy. If you take American shy and cube it, you might begin to approach Japanese shy. Oddly, the men here are often much, much shyer than the women. If I started working on Kyuchi today, I might get a date offer sometime in 2008. But I wouldn’t put money on that.

There is Oshi. Oshi is the one who pressed against me in the bar. As I’ve said, Oshi is handsome and he isn’t the least bit shy. The funny thing is: When Japanese men are shy, that is a bit frustrating because they circle and circle but never touch down. It’s like trying to get a butterfly to land on you. But when Japanese men aren’t shy, it can be scary.

Remember the Rich, Scary Architect? The one who’s now under investigation? Yeah, well, he wasn’t at all shy. He was pushy, brazen, impudent, just plain rude. Oshi doesn’t quite approach that level, but that’s for lack of experience, not for lack of temperament.

Ah, those are my prospects, so it doesn’t look good, really.

Someone suggested Boy Wonder. But Boy Wonder is as mature as your average twelve-year-old and I don’t do children. I’ll do married before I’ll do Boy Wonder.

I was telling the Five-Year-Old my list and she voted for Kyuchi. But as I’ve said, Kyuchi is probably too shy to make contact. Which is too bad because he’s got an athlete’s body and a boyish attitude, a nearly unbeatable combination.

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