I don’t think you guys can help me with this one, just a general wibbling thread, so no worries there… but I’ve noticed the SDMB likes it some relationship drama, so why not post and share my turmoil with the world?
A little background: I am 22 and female. I live in Japan. And let’s just say my romance skills are severely out of date.
Two weeks ago I met this Japanese guy when I went rafting down a river nearby. He sat next to me on the bus and we started chatting. Then afterwards, on the deck of the rafting cabin place, we started talking again and ended up exchanging email addresses. He invited me to come visit him if I ever go into town. He lives in the big city, about 3 hours away from my home town, but I visit there all the time.
So the next weekend I had to go into the city anyway to do some research at a big public library. I emailed him and asked if he’d like to meet up and hang out in Yokohama. He said yes. So we ended up hanging out for like 8 hours on Sunday. We had lunch, and coffee, and dinner. We talked about pretty much everything under the sun–music, politics, religion, cultural differences, books, and archeology (I majored in it, he loves old buildings.) So turns out he’s kinda perfect and he also has the most beautiful eyelashes I’ve ever seen.
(Now for the wibbling!)
Unfortunately, the question remains–was it a date? I don’t think it was, but maybe it was the prelude to a date. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it’s just friends. I could have had that same day with one of my female friends quite easily. He bought me coffee though. And dinner. But it was an expensive dinner so I tried to offer him money and he said it was only fair because I’d come all that way (e.g. into the city from the countryside). On the other hand I never really got a flirting vibe from him at all. But he’s a fairly serious person. He didn’t touch me at all. But (cultural stereotype alert, but true I swear) Japanese people are not at all into PDA. At the end of our visit I had to run to catch the train. We just said a quick goodbye. But he said he’d like to hang out again.
I emailed him Tuesday, in a noncommital tone, saying how much fun I’d have and how I’d like to do it again next time I’m in town. He replied in much the same way, saying he was looking forward to seeing me again.
I want him. He’s funny and interesting and good-looking and I’m lonely and horny in the Japanese inaka.* There are no young people here because there’s no future for them. This is a town of grandparents and parents and children (whom I teach.) The middle section has all jumped ship. Although I have a fairly busy social life with both western and japanese people, it is mostly female. My friends are female. My co-workers are female. I teach at an all girls high school.
I just don’t know if he wants me back. Japan has made me insecure. In America I was average, here I am XL. Shoes don’t fit me. Clothes don’t fit me. I hate wearing high heels. My hair is never perfectly groomed. I’m the opposite of all these perfectly made-up little Japanese girls. I live 3 hours away from him and I’m going back to America in a little over a year. And yet. I want him.
I’m going to Tokyo again in 2 weeks to see a concert and now I’m just trying to stop thinking about him… I tell myself, wait and see. You’ve only met him 2 times for goodness sakes! Don’t be a crazy person please! But man. It kinda sucks right now.
Now how was that for mundane and pointless?
*The sticks. Or basically anywhere that isn’t the Tokyo metropolitan area.