It may be a sign that I have been in Japan too long, but the men here are getting sexier and sexier. The problem with this is that sexy J-men tend to be attracted to sexy J-women as apposed to gaijin booze hags. It leaves me shit out of luck anyhow. This is a photo I took on my last night out in Shibuya. We went to an Izakaya and met these blokes. They were the funnest and the guy in the blue jacket was fit as hell. They taught us loads of J-drinking games and then took us to Yoyogi Park where we proceeded to swim in the fountain. It's amazing how fluent my japanese becomes after a few drinks. Either that or I have whole conversations comprised of "whats your name? whats your name? whats your name?". But most likely I am just yelling random Japanese words at them while they laugh and answer me in English. Anyhow, I have decided that I definately need a J-man to teach me Japanese. A really cute one.
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