Hmmm perhaps this post will serve as a warning to my station platform buddy...
My partner was at a party in central Tokyo a few weeks back, where he met a fellow Aussie. Rather quickly, the conversation steered to what they were both doing in Japan and this Aussie, let's call him Oz, shot back "Well I am professional photographer" much in the same way some bartenders might say the same thing "I'm a professional bartender" lest we think they are merely a bartender.
Anyway Oz kept yapping away, next directing the conversation to how well he was doing with the Japanese gals. My boy was saying that Oz obviously lacked confidence but was gaining a huge amount of bravado by saying these things - and possibly with the help of a lot of alcohol. It then got to the point that no matter how well anyone else in the social discussion was doing in any aspect of their lives, Oz deemed he was doing better.
So it then comes out that Oz was dating a Japanese model. After this information "slipped out", Oz then proceeded to make his way around the room, asking others what they did for a living simply so he could go on about his professional photography and his hot, model girlfriend, whereby next he would whip out his phone and start showing photos of her - none of which, interestingly enough, actually showed her face.
"We are so in love", Oz announced to the room. "Everything is so wonderful. I mean who can believe she would be with me?" No arguments there Oz.
So with a bit more booze, Oz started to open up on the topic of marriage asking my previously-married partner and his previously-married mate if he should indeed pop the question to this his girlfriend of a whole 2 months.
"Well have you really thought about it?" the guys asked Oz. "I mean marriage is a big thing, she won't be a hot model forever, things can go wrong just as much as they go well..." etc, etc, etc.
"Um no not really," came Oz's short reply. "But I just know I feel so good when I walk down the street with her and everyone looks at me and thinks 'What is she doing with him?'"
And sound the alarm bells. A few more beers later and Oz admits he has actually already asked her and she has said yes. The room was nearly stunned into silence - and finally so was Oz.
And that was that. Until a few days ago when one of the other party goers bumped into a more sober and sombre Oz, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but in conversation with this person.
"So how are the wedding plans coming along?", Oz was asked.
The reply was very blunt and brutal - probably delivered to this person much the same way as it was delivered to Oz himself.
"She got her US Greencard approval in the mail. Sent to her by her husband. She upped and left." Oz didn't really want to talk about it.
Oz is now just a photographer, sans hot, model fiance, dignity nor the desire to ever take another photo.
And the moral of the story is: That's Japan Baby (#2)...
Miss Riz x
Wow... That actually works?? I mean to each their own, but doesn't that almost kind of come off as a little desperate? They are running some of those chics down! That dosen't freak the girls there out? Personally I think I'll stick to methods for getting dates that require a little less exercise.
Posted by: Zac | 07/05/2009 at 08:02 PM