‘..you’se a window shopper/madd at me/I think I know why/you’se a window shopper/lookin’ at ish/you know you can’t buy…’
Sittin’ in my crib listening to 50 Cent’s “Window Shopper” made me start thinking about how a lot of these Nagoya’s girls do their thing. Listen, I am not mad, people have to do whatever they have to do to get to know you, protect themselves, keep their reputations and bedsheets clean, and somehow still get their kicks. Seems impossible really, if you’ve got it figured out holla at me, I’d like to know.
Check the scenario. You got to a restaurant. You’re minding your business, chilling, not trying to give off bad vibes, not trying to ‘mack’ too hard. Nothing. Off in the cut relaxed in your zone and at relative peace. Suddenly you spot a cutie. She spots you. Smiles. Energy. Electricity. Something. You’re popped, she’s glittering. You step forward, “how are you, what’s your name?”. Simple opening, nothing fancy, no fast talk, just the meat and potatoes basics. She’s alone. Into it. “Miyumi.” She says. Simple. Smile. “Hi. I’m ________. (Insert name here.) Nice to meet you.” Stick out your hands, shake, touch. Nice.
Small conversation. About anything. The food, the date, the music, the weather. Her clothes, her shoes, your dream last night, a new cd, that smell, anything, doesn’t matter. Soft, Easy. Flows. Simple. Niiiiiice.
Later. Night’s ending. “What’s your phone number, or email, can I contact you?”, you ask her. She smiles, “of course, I’ll put it into your phone for you….” Wow. Sounds like she really wants you to get at her, I mean, she’s putting it into the phone for me, holding my phone in her hands. Wow. Think she likes me. Maybe. I don’t know. Remember that last one…? Slow your roll homey, pump your brakes Homer.
And right there you’ve gone from going 65 on a highway to throwing your emotions in reverse speed, what does that do to your transmission?
In other words, what happens when during the twilight-zone time between when you first meet a girl and after – when the two of you have exchanged maybe 5 or 6 emails, maybe more, a week, two maybe. Anyway, you’ve already done the email thing, and now you’re ready for some real world contact. And the girl hesitates, to the point where you start to wonder if you ever really met her at all? Was she a figment of your imagination? Was. She. Real.? It seemed like she was very much into you in your initial meeting. She touched you maybe. Held your arm or your shoulder. Looked directly into your eyes with hers and told you she wanted to see you again.
You believed it. It was a harmless thought, or so you thought. You just want/wanted to see what might have happened, if anything at all. You never intended, and have no intentions, to do anything particularly dangerous, or harmful, or bad for anyone’s health-to this flower of a creature you happened to be lucky enough to get close to. In fact, most of your intentions are peaceful and graceful, if clumsy. Noble, flawed and romantic, true and truthful. You want to show her your best, that’s the beginning and end of it, whatever comes in between allows you more time to develop yourself a little bit. So you go for it. You might even already be in love with her, just because she’s there, but society doesn’t accept that kind of blind romance anymore, so you hold yourself back and don’t let that pure part of you come out. Ever. It’s the death of innocent love, but no one ever tells you that’s what it is. She backs off, off into the faded dim light of something that could have been, but never was. She disappears, becomes some one of your ’stories’ about your life, being told wherever you happen to be, Nagoya, New York, Singapore, Brooklyn or Miami……
A woman is a mysterious thing. Anywhere, here in Nagoya Japan, they are a bit more mysterious than elsewhere. Because of Nagoya’s undefined character, the Nagoya woman is also essentially undefined, and she unravels you at your core. Nagoya girls are beautiful, some of the most beautifully striking women in all of Japan, definetly among the top class of beauty amongst the bigger metropolitan areas in Japan. The ‘Nagoya Joh’ girl is a nationally famous type of beauty known to have developed right here in Nagoya, Aichi, Chubu……..Dragon territory.
Trying to nail down the elusive Nagoya girl is like trying to nail down a ghost’s robe to a invisible board, difficult at best. They’re sequestered here. Closed off from what’s going on in “the real world”, but for them, this is the real world.
I don’t know. This piece didn’t quite turn out how I planned. I’m kind of frothing at the mouth, like someone who only sorta knows what he is talking about, but has the experience to prove it.
The moral of the story is Love and Relationships are hard two way-streets seemingly being carried on by 2 species in direct opposition to one another. Throw in a little international espionage and mixed signals, all in a conservative and image-conscious small town big city like Nagoya. Whew. Maybe I should just stay a ‘..window shopper/lookin’ at stuff I know I can’t buy…’
