I play it cool, but...

When I look at you,
you make everything else disappear.

Staying Out. It Takes a Plan.

So today, Sunday, I shirked off my law school's writing competition and instead spent the morning visiting my friend in Riker's, and the evening having heated sex and reminiscing with my ex-girlfriend who is in New York visiting from Nagoya (after I swore to myself I wouldn't). Temptation is a bitch. However, I call that a day well spent.

Brooklyn Love is All About Japanese Hostess Love

This blog has quickly degraded into a running monologue of my unhealthy preoccupation with Japanese chicks.

Continuing with that theme, here is a quick video example of why Japanese hostesses and their hair rule my world.

When I lived in Osaka, one of my main girlfriends, who was a hostess, used to take a cab to my place straight after work at 3am with her hair still done up like this. It was the greatest thing ever.

Final Exams and a Chinese Gyaru

No time to write recently due to the lethal combination of final exam preparation and procrastination, however...

I did have the interesting experience of seeing a Chinese 'gyaru' on the train the other day (A 'gyaru,' Japanese take of the word 'gal,' is a type of trend in Japan where the girls do themselves up like scantily clad, smoking hot tropical Hawaiian Barbie dolls). This girl actually had me fooled - when I tried my usual pickup line in quick Japanese, she laughed and replied back "I'm Chinese.."

Just going by looks though, she was about as close to a real Japanese gyaru as I've seen in NY thus far - bleached blond hair, tussled ends, funky eye makeup, and wearing a tiny one-piece and sweater with a Dior necklace and low heels. Very nice.

I've heard rumors that the 'gyaru' phenomenon has spread to other Asian countries. I can only hope that it spreads to Asian-American chicks too!

P.S. - You may have realized that a large part of my social interaction these days takes place on the train... that should be an indication of just how pathetic my life has become since entering law school...

All Those Ones That Got Away...

Damn! I can't stand the feeling of regret afterwards, of not having talked to a girl when I had the chance. Like Edwin Torres said in "Carlito's Way" - "When I think of all the fine trim I let slip through my hands, God damn!!"

Today coming home from school on the train I ended up across from a Japanese chick who was so up my alley - bright-colored heels with jeans, designer bag, that hairstyle where they curl the ends that drives me nuts like in the photo above. I sat the entire time trying to formulate a way to say something - not that I'm afraid (that's never, ever my problem), but because there were no open seats next to her and I didn't feel like carrying on a conversation from across the car and making us a spectacle (J-chicks are especially sensitive to this).

On top of it all, I'm almost positive she took a picture of me! First she was playing with her cellphone. After that, she took out what looked like another cellphone with a digicam and pointed it at me when she thought I was reading my newspaper, and I saw the little rear 'photo light' go off (which Japanese cellphones have to discourage perverts, or 'chikans,' from taking photos of girls on the train without them realizing it).

Anyway, such a lame feeling, when you let one slip away that is so your type. Of course the odds of me actually getting anywhere with her even if I had talked to her are an entirely different matter. But at least I wouldn't have this feeling of regret.

Japanese Girls - Part One

In case there was ever any doubt, I would like to inform everyone in the world of the fact that Japanese girls are God's gift to mankind.

How it can be that there exists such a dichotomy? - a place like Japan, where you can flip through fashion magazines in a convenience store and gawk over the beautiful models, and then step outside into the street and see the same model-like girls dressed to the nines walking right past you. I know this to be true, because I have lived it. Not to mention, the disproportionately large number of J-girls that possess amazing personalities, hilarious senses of humor, awesome interests and hobbies, and so on.

Contrast that with the USA, where the current trend among girls my age seems to be 'who can dress the most comfortably and read the most online celebrity gossip at the same time.' The girls at my school come to class wearing pajamas and Uggs.. PAJAMAS!! In Japan the girls wear heels while riding bicycles to school. I guess they must not be as 'enlightened' as the gems we are breeding over here.

Funny, however, how all the American guys go ga-ga upon arriving in the Crooked Isle and realizing what a raw deal we have here in the States. Unfortunately for most though, the commonly held stereotype of Japanese girls - that they will go for any foreigner - is painfully untrue as of 2008, as any foreign man who has lived there recently and lamented over the unattainability of the vast majority of women will tell you (if he is not deluding himself).

As my male Japanese friends would all tell me, by and large, the only Japanese girls who go for foreign guys nowadays are typically (1) nuts; or (2) unpopular among Japanese guys. Outside of those two categories, you seldom find a high-quality J-girl who will give a foreigner a shot (although it does happen).

Finally, I leave you with a little bit of heaven. Until next time.

Prostitution: When Good Men Succumb to their Vices

Eliot, Eliot, Eliot... you just couldn't control your urges, could you?

I can kind of see why Eliot Spitzer would be the guy to end up in this predicament - ridiculously hard-working, kind of a hothead, passionate about everything he does, and probably stressed out all of the time. Still, I am very sorry to see a man who I did and still do hold a lot of respect for facing the end of his political career.

When hypocritical, closet-gay, Republican freaks get caught with their hand in the cookie jar, I celebrate. When a good guy like Eliot gets caught doing something he shouldn't have, well, it doesn't benefit anyone (outside of the closet-gay Republican freaks).

I can understand wanting to blow off a little steam, have a little fun, etc. - believe me, I've been there before (and probably will again). Still, I mean if you knew it might possibly destroy your career, wouldn't you use a little self-restraint? Internet porn, perhaps?

On a side note, this is just another reminder to me of how ridiculous this country's 'holier-than-thou' view of prostitution really is. Now people are going to view Spitzer as some sort of two-bit criminal, when what he was doing wasn't even so immoral.

Years ago I was a driver for an escort agency based out of NYC (which later got busted, some time after I left). I was basically a sub-pimp/bodyguard for the girls I drove - I took fees, roughed up customers, threatened girls and customers, bought/sold drugs for myself and the girls, etc.

After dealing with that atmosphere, I swore that prostitution was illegal for good reason. The girls were all on drugs, the customers were, for the most part, a bunch of weirdos (had a few ask my girls if they could pay extra to have me AND her), and there was just too much sleaziness to handle. I felt like there was no way that a female could get caught up in that environment without incurring serious damage to her state of mind (that's if she wasn't already fucked-up to begin with).


Now, fast forward a few years after that, when I found myself in Japan after joining the military. After one of my Japanese friends took me to what was basically a NEIGHBORHOOD full of whorehouses in a big Japanese city which will remain nameless, I was shocked to see how smoothly the industry can be run when it's not illegal (or rather, just semi-legal like it is in Japan).

The girls were drop-dead gorgeous, normal, the prices were fixed, and the whole operation was just effortless. Naturally, of course the girls were always wary to take in a foreigner since they said, not surprisingly, foreigners by far cause the most problems - haggling prices, being stinking dirty, wanting to do weird sexual shit, etc.

I think we here in the U.S. need to entertain the possibility that perhaps the reason we can't pull something like that off here is not because of our 'superior morals' or our 'Christian character,' but rather because half the country is on DRUGS and/or dysfunctional, and thus can't handle such an service industry which requires us to no t be nuts.

And so what the Japanese girls I knew were selling their bodies for Louis Vuitton purses and Chanel shoes - sounds a whole lot better to me than selling your ass for crack or heroin, like most of my girls here in New York were doing (and would still be doing even if prostitution were legalized).

I just can't help but laugh at this country and its warped sense of morality sometimes. What else can you do?

Love is a Losing Game...

I know this is just recycled '60s stuff a la Dusty Springfield, but I'll let that slide since it's such a nice song to sway to. Not to mention, Amy Winehouse looks a lot like a Japanese hostess, which makes everything alright.