So I’m currently on the Shinkansen to Tokyo. (My first Shinkansen by myself and I feel like such a big girl.) I’m drinking a peach chu-hi and looking at the lovely snowy mountains surrounding me. I’m feeling good, super relaxed and looking forward to seeing my wonderful friends and doing nothing in particular. I’ve no freelance clients to meet with. I’ve planned dinners with my lovelies, and there’s a big event at former company on Saturday. I’ve bought おみやげ for everyone, and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m afraid this might be my last trip for a while since I am starting a job soon.
Yesterday I met with Demande as per usual. During our meeting he oddly asked me what initially attracted me to Japan. I said “Well, I guess it was Sailor Moon in high school.” I hate that answer, and I never tell potential employers that as they’ve probably heard it a million and one times. “Anime is the reason I love Japan!” Super cliché. Anime isn’t the reason I love Japan, but anime introduced me to culture prior to that time that was unbeknownst to me. Now there are so many different reasons why I love Japan.
“How did you know Sailor Moon was in Japan?” Demande asked.
“I don’t know. I just knew,” I said.
That was the only answer I could think of at the time as I wasn’t prepared for this line of questioning. Truthfully, there are many indicators of location in Sailor Moon. There is Japanese written on signs throughout the series, and the Tokyo Tower is quite prominent.
“I wish I could have know you then,” he said.
Truthfully, I’m glad he didn’t know me then. Even though I was skinnier in high school, there was something about me that never attracted any attention from the opposite sex. Perhaps it was the vintage corduroys I wore and the baggy t-shirts and Converse. Perhaps it was because my boobs were so tiny. (I can thank weight gain for one thing). I never wore make-up in high school and wasn’t very feminine. I think I’m better at being a girl these days than I was in the past (even though Mamoru prefers me without make-up).
Most of the snowy mountains are gone now; they’ve been replaced by cities. Mamoru came home late last night which he told me after I was like “Where the heck are you?”. Fail again. My last night until Sunday and he had to suddenly attend a dinner party for his boss which kept him late. I was exhausted and fell asleep early. When I woke up at 4AM, he wasn’t in bed. My last night there and he couldn’t even sleep in the same bed with me. Needless to say I was disappointed. When I asked him why this morning he said that he couldn’t. As in physically? Bullshit. Sigh, marriage. Also, I recently asked him why he never initiated sex with me. He said that he totally did, two weeks ago. Yep, sure, sort of. It wasn’t entirely Mamoru initiated, and it was also the ONE time we had sex last cycle. One time in 34 days. Nothing makes a girl feel more wanted than doing it one time in 34 days. I called Mamoru my roommate the other day. That’s what it feels like. We’re roommates who do it once in a while. Sigh, marriage.
That’s all for now. I’m gonna watch TV before I lose wifi.