You`ve lost that !%$?ing feeling

The urge to breed has reached an unprecedented upswing. Not chick-flick sensuality, not romance novel companionship, but I am swelling with hardcore porn lasciviousness to give to something soft and warm that moans. Driven mad by a daily barrage of teenage girls (I am in the center of a triangle of high schools, one of which possibly all-girl), I woe the day I might become just one of "those" Japanese men who obsess about sailor suits and bobby socks. What devilish curse!

The question then, is what remedies are available to one thusly afflicted? Japanese porn, as explicitedly argued in a previous entry, is long on kinkiness but short on satisfaction. Importing uncensored material from US is uneconomical and embarrasingly impractical. My Japanese is laughably pre-school to make serious attempts at non-English-speaking J-girls. There are no suitable prospects from the foreigners community (unattractive/no common ground/married/committed/too far away/questionable interest). Then, short of turning gay or to the Thai whores/hostesses in Asahi-machi, my only real option is English-speaking Japanese girls, which are as rare as typhoons in California.

Luckily I found one. Her name is Yuko Tagouchi.

She might be down too, unless I am confusing her desire to get into my pants for her excitement for learning English. English-conversaion meetings and dates can be easily confused sometimes. No confusion from my end though: last Saturday when we ate and drank lightly at Torico Spoon, I had to readjust at least 3 times.

She has freckles, which is good because 1) I like them and b) I know she doesn`t use too much makeup. And, unless I misunderstood her having gone to Osaka University for her having gone to a university in Osaka, she is very smart, or at least was good enough of a student to get into Osaka University. Her English is certainly good enough to have a relatively involved conversation, a feat for even some U.S. girls. She likes Oscar Peterson and most of my jokes. I have only seen her twice, she is one year and 3 months older than me (4/20/78, if I am correct, somehow I doubt that I will have much difficulty remembering that one), her voice is throaty but not in a sexy way, and I think her head is one Elaine-size too big for her body--but that hasn`t been a problem on either times I saw her since all I could remember were all those different shapes of her eyes and what her calves might have felt like.

Problem: how to get from the thin disguise of language exchange to some serious seriousness? And I mean the soft and warm and moany kind of seriousness.

I see her again this weekend.