Bang Osaka
08-04-2013, 11:55 AM
Alright, did 14 approaches last night (Sat, Aug 3rd)
6 Street Approaches...
3 direct > 2 numbers
2 indirect > 1 insta-date > 1 email address; 1 blowout
1 insta-blowout
8 club approaches: 1 number, 1 makeout
The Chinese Girl from Fujian...
While waiting for the train to go to Namba, I sit next to this cute girl painting her nails (strong smell of nail polish in the air). Decide not to bother approaching, but get on the train and see her sit accross from me, all of a sudden my dick turns into miniature verson of Tokyo Tower. She's pretty, but not really gorgeous or insanely beautiful. Still, she's that type you just wanna do nasty things with right there, the instant you see her. It's then that I hear a Little voice inside saying "Alright, that's it. This girl gets off at the same stop as you, you're gonna pounce immediately. Not letting that one get away."
Lo and behold, she gets off at the same stop. I stop her and say in the best Japanese that I can that I noticed her on the train, thought she was fucking gorgeous and just had to say hi. She laughs a bit and gets ready to walk on, but says "日本語は上手ですね、あたしも害語句人です。(Your Japanese is good, something something I'm a foreigner, too).
”どこの人ですか?” I ask, intregued.
"中国人。(Chinese)."
Bingo! I start running my mouth off in Chinese. I swear, this is the best social lubricant ever invented! We chat for about five minutes and exchange numbers before she gets on her train.
The Filipina Hostess...
I still have a bit of time to kill before heading off to the club, so I decide to take a stroll down the street to find a few new prospects. Pass by this FUCKING GORGEOUS woman walking past me at Shinsaibashi-Suji. I mean holy shit! At first, I think, nah, why bother, besides she's already walked pretty far past me, but I figure, however low the chances of success, they're still higher than if I just stand their with my thumb up my ass. I decide to go direct, she has a slight "WTF?" reaction, but seems to go along with it. This one's a hostess, on her way to work (same job a Japanese ex GF of mine in Germany used to run in Ginza). Sounds like she's half Japanese (dad's side) and half Filipina (mom's side), been living in Japan for seven years. I tell her I'd love to take her out to dinner some time and gesture for her to give me her number. We exchange contact info, but from the way she acted, it seemed more like she was just giving me her number just for the hell of it. Says "thank you" and "good bye" before heading to work. I'll text her sometime next week, but I don't expect anything to come out of this. We shall see.
Approached another girl nearby, but was shot down immediately.
Sit in a nearby Starbucks to kill some time and have a fifteen minute chat with a girl from Kanagawa. Don't bother to close.
The Taiwanese Tourist...
Opened this one by asking for directions, when she says she's from Taiwan I switch to Chinese. Turns out she studied in Bonn for a year and can speak German. Waddaya know? Since she's travelling alone, I offer to take her to a nearby bar. We have a couple drinks together before going for a stroll by the river and getting something to eat. Try carefully to see if she'll respond to escalation. Nothing. I suggest meeting up the next day to show her around the city. We exchange emails (can't use her Taiwanese phone in Japan), and set a time and place to meet in the early afternoon. Still she decides to go home at about midnight. Maybe I can try to accompany her home? Not having it. The day after will be another story...
The Club...
Oddly enough, I seem more hesitant to approach at the club than on the street; felt a bit like a chump; approached a total of eight women.
First is a 35 year old Japanese; grind a bit on the dancefloor with this one, but she shuts me down when I try to kiss her neck. Oh well.
Open a Korean girl near the dancefloor; cold, mean attitude; body language, face and tone of voice are all basically screaming "fuck off" after the first word comes out of my mouth.
Try opening another on the dancefloor. Blowout.
Open another girl on the dancefloor; brutally shot down.
The fifth girl approaches me, this time. A chubby, somewhat below average girl from Slovenia. I'm not intersted in her, but I think I might as well not turn down a free offer. We dance for a bit, but she says goodbye after a while; not really interested in persuing that one anyway.
Quick derail: the Slovenian approached me by asking me if I was French. I don't know how many white people I'm not acquainted with have approached me abroad asking if I was French, especially if they themselves are from France. I don't know what's up with that, but it's weird. It only happens in Asia.
Next up is a Japanese woman who seems to be somewhere in her fourties (won't tell me her real age). Still has a young body and young mannerisms, so I'm definitely not complaining, also has a butterfly tattoo in between her tits. She's there with two friends, one guy and one girl (apparently a couple). We dance around for about an hour or so. She won't let me kiss her on the lips, but pretty much any other part of her body is fair game, and after about fifteen minutes, we're basically all but fucking eachother through our cloths on the dancefloor (this is a weird trend I've noticed around Japanese chics; you can touch, grope, fondle, nibble, lick and grind all you want with absolutely no complaints, but don't your DARE try to kiss her on the lips). I get her number, but after a while, she goes to the bathroom before exiting the Club with her friends.
Open another girl at the bar, ask if she speaks Ja-... --...nope...insta-blowout. A simple "No...no...no!" Along with the "talk to the hand" gesture pops up just as I've finished my sentence. Half a minute later her boyfriend (at least for that night) comes by and makes out with her.
I know the night is lost, but I decide to squeeze out an eighth approach just for the lulz...shot down after about ten seconds. This was not my night.
Walk out the club to be greeted by the daylit sky. Decide to do one more street approach just for the hell of it. Too lazy to think up some bullshit reason to talk to her, so I just go direct. She smiles and says "Arigatô", but politely declines."
Waiting for the subway, I see a stereotypically hot girl standing beside me, kind of J-Pop idol-ish in appearance. I decide to ask some random questions that have pretty much always at least gotten a good conversation going. She reluctantly answers the first question, but slowly backs away when I start chatting, looking at her friend snickering with a "help, what the fuck is this guy talking to me for!?"-look on her face. A guy stands up and starts saying in Japanglish "Hey, that is my friend." Other guys, apparently with them, look on.
"Good GOD, what the fuck!?" I think to myself. My pride just took a high-speed dollyo chagi to the nuts. Spend the next hour or so feeling like I'm limping home from my bruised ego. It's about 7:30 in the mornig by the time I get back to my place. Stupid me for already setting a date for 13:30 that same day, but, as all great religions and philosophies teach, never back down where there's a chance of getting laid, so I decide to be a true Spartan and get about three hours of sleep...
So far that makes...
210 approaches, 46 numbers, 11 dates, 7 makeouts, 2 bangs
To be continued...