Tuesday night party night

So Tuesday night out and about in Okayama turned out to be pretty fun! I meet my friend and we went to get me some food and her some beer. She had been at an interview for an English school all afternoon and since she had missed lunch before it had stuffed her gob as soon as she left the building rather thn wait for me. I was pleased about this actually cos when I am hungry I just eat too and it was good to experience a Japanese person with the same attitude. We went to this comfy place called Racco's for a guacamole burger and beers. The burger was heaps yummy and kind of mini sized which turned out ot be just the right size. My stomach is Japanese sized now! When 7 had rocked around we choofed off to the Aussie Bar and I introduced Hibiki to Pale Ale. We were very busy all night with her explaining her trials and tribulations dealing with some gaijin bloke in Hiroshima and me trying to explain how the Wesetrn male mind works. Well, obviously I can't lump all blokes into the same basket, but there is definitely an identifiable pattern amongst those men who always seem to have a different girl hanging off their arm every time you see them.

It may be my tendancy to takes everything that people say with a pinch of salt (see "personality identifier" result) but I have never really had much trouble picking out the blokes who say "I'll call you" without meaning it. Not that it's never happened to me, but when it does I would consider it a lucky escape for me rather than an insult. All it means is that they weren't that into me, or aren't looking for a girlfriend and they are just too cowardly to say it because for some reason they believe they are so incredible that I will break down into a crying, screaming mess. So rather than just say "Yeah, just not that into you" they say "I'll call you" and then never call. Well this is my interpretation of it, not being willing to believe that every man who has ever pullled this stunt is rotten to the core, maybe they are just wusses and really think a white lie is better than the truth. When everybody realises that when it comes to matters of the heart the truth is much better than any lie the dating world will be a much easier place.

So we were discussing this and other issues and then loe and behold, the guys who have been checking us out since we walked in found some lovely excuse to come and talk to us and next thing we were all talking about why we were both dressed the same (the Japanese suit was out in force what with my open day and her interview). It was heaps bizarre, an Australian, a Japanese, 2 Brazilians and a Korean all sitting around together talking in Japanese. The Korean bloke read my palm for me and apparently I will be very successful in business - yay for me. He just told my friend that she would have to work hard and stuff. Hmm, I think he was scraping the bottom of the bullshit barrel on that one! So I ended up staying out quite late and chatting with them. Consequently today I am feeling heaps knackered. But it was fun. I got slightly propositioned by one of the Brazilian blokes but it was perhaps the most impressively gentlemanly pick up attempt I have ever experienced - which made it that much easier to brush off! Ah, I love a happy ending.

Oh and how's this? When I got home it was pissing down again so I decided to just take a taxi home instead of walking through the heavy rain in my suit. I got into the taxi and the driver knew where I lived without even asking me!? Kind of freaky nay?