Mama

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Kubo was a “pub,” but not the “public house.” In Japan, “pub” referred to bars opened in the ’70s – ’80s that catered to salary-men. They served alcohol and bar […]

Pub Kubo

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Tutoring one high school student was not enough to sustain my unruly lifestyle in Tokyo, so I searched for an additional source of income. I came across a hand-written hiring […]

First part-time job

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My approach to the choice of part-time job lacked humbleness, the desirable quality in young people in Japan. Other school peers found their part-time jobs at restaurants, fast food shops, […]

Money and me

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My parents sent me enough money every month to cover the rent, utility bills, and food. The amount would have been enough if I had lived a frugal life. But […]

Eddy’s transformation

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Aki moved to the US in her late 20s and since then acquired the green card. A few years ago, she visited me when she had attended a conference in […]

Dating experiment – part 2

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It was about two months later that we had sex. I wanted to experience it, and Chris was perfect for it because he smelled good and was not gross. Sex […]

Dating experiment – part 1

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I met Chris through Eddy. Chris was studying at Waseda that year in the same program as Eddy. He was not a bad looking white boy from the East Coast […]

Dancing in Roppongi

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I much preferred dancing to drinking. I was introduced to clubbing by Eddy and Aki from the circle. Eddy was a half Japanese American guy who grew up in Kobe […]

The fake-med student

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There was the circle’s event during the day, and we had an after-party at an izakaya in Shinjuku. We occupied a large tatami room with six rectangle tables. We used […]

Failed date

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In the international circle I joined, I met a boy I was attracted to. We flirted, and he even walked me home one evening. At one drinking social, he asked […]