A Japanese woman used me to learn English

Hey, so I want to talk about this Japanese woman that I met last year. Now, I know I said that I wasn't going to talk about any more girls from the past or ex-girlfriends because I've talked about them all. Well, there may be a few women that I haven't talked about yet because I didn't feel like they

were worth mentioning, or I didn't feel like the story was interesting enough. But since I don't have much to talk about these days, why not talk about this one? So it started last year when I was in Japan in this guest house, and this Japanese guy The one from April's video, the one titled How to Pick Up

Girls in Japan. That guy, he asked me if I wanted to go to yakiniku with a few of his friends, and I said yes. I went along to yakiniku, and his friends were these women, and one of them sat next to me. She was wearing a red shirt, and we were having dinner. The food was horrible, by

the way. It was this special yakiniku where they specialized in serving you animal organs, for example. We had large intestines, pig breasts, cow's tongue, stuff like that. It was all really gross, and I didn't like the food at all. The cow's tongue was really gross. It had the texture of a tongue. It was like chewing on someone's

tongue. It was like you've kissed someone and then you just bit off their tongue and then started chewing on it. It was really strange, and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone, so I was starting to get a bit, a bit bored, and I took out this piece of paper and I started drawing this super realistic

drawing of an eyeball. I drew the optic nerve, I drew the veins, I drew all these fine details. And the Japanese woman who was sitting next to me in the red shirt, she started watching me draw. And she was very interested in my drawing. She started asking me questions about how to say things in English, how to

say parts of the eyeball in English. And then she started teaching me how to say them in Japanese. And we had this conversation about eyeballs It was kind of strange. And then we exchanged LINE IDs, and then after we finished dinner that night, a few days later, she sent me a message. She asked me if I wanted

to go to this izakaya, just the two of us, like a date, because they were doing some kind of special theme about eyeballs where they made food that looks like eyeballs. They weren't actually made out of eyeballs, but it was like an eyeball theme at this izakaya, and she asked me if I wanted to go. And I

said, okay, great. It sounds like she's interested in me. I had to suffer this horrible dinner of animal organs, but I met this girl who seems to be interested in me, and this might lead to sex. So I went along. I went to the train station where she lived, and I waited for her. I was really nervous

when I was waiting for her. I kept looking around, seeing if I could spot her before she spotted me. And she finally showed up, and we went to the izakaya. And she wasn't a very talkative person. She was a bit shy, a bit reserved. A bit like me, so it was kind of awkward. We sat there eating.

We had a few conversations, and none of them got sexual, which was kind of disappointing. She had short shoulder-length black hair. It was a bit curly at the ends, and she had a nice round button nose, full lips. I liked the shape of her eyes. She wore glasses as well, which made her look kind of nerdy, a

bit bookish, which I also liked. And her hands were all red and scaly, like they had some kind of rash on them. I asked her what was wrong with her hands, and she said because she's a vet, she had to do operations on animals, and she had to wear latex rubber gloves, which she had a reaction to,

an allergic reaction to, and it made her skin go all red and itchy, and they would bleed and crack, and they looked a bit gross, actually. After we finished our eyeball dinner, we decided to go to a bar to have alcoholic drinks, and we went to this kind of Irish pub-style pub, and we sat there. We had

a few beers and we didn't really talk much because the place was so noisy I couldn't even hear myself speak. Even when I was shouting, I could barely hear my own voice, so it made having conversation extremely difficult. After we finished our alcoholic drinks, we left and we decided to head back to the train station. It was

getting kind of late and I could sense that our date was coming to an end. And I really wanted to ask her if she wanted to have sex with me and not sound like a complete creep. So I started thinking to myself, how— what should I ask her? How should I ask her? And I was getting so

nervous. My heartbeat was racing. I felt like I was running out of time because we were walking towards the train station and the train station was getting closer and closer. And then I just asked her. I asked her, can I go back to your place? And she said no. She said that she didn't like it when people

came to her house, so I thought to myself, okay, maybe she just doesn't like people coming to her house. Maybe it doesn't mean she's not interested in me. So I tried asking her if she wanted to come back to my place, and surprisingly, she said yes. So we ended up going to the train station. We rode the

train together in complete silence. We didn't talk at all. I really don't like talking to people on the train because In Japan, the trains are completely silent. No one speaks on the train usually, and it's kind of embarrassing having a conversation on a completely silent train surrounded by people because everyone can hear what you're talking about. So

we got to the train station and we got off the train, and I really wanted to take her straight back to the guest house to my room, but it seemed like she didn't want that, and we ended up going to karaoke for a few hours and we just sang. In karaoke. I didn't try to do anything, which

I really regret. I wish I tried touching her or tried kissing her, but I just didn't have the confidence. After we finished karaoke, we started going back to the train station, and she seemed kind of fed up, a bit tired. She was very quiet. She wasn't talking. She seemed very cold, and I just didn't have the guts

to ask her if she wanted to come back to my room. I felt like she was 100% going to say no. So we just ended up going back to the train station, and then she said that she wanted to go home. At that time, it was around 2 AM in the morning, so there were no trains running,

and she said she would wait until 6 AM until the first train comes, which was a long time to wait, and it was in the middle of the night. It was pitch black. There were no people around. It was a pretty quiet train station, and I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her to keep

her company. And she said no. She looked quite serious, like she wasn't smiling. She just seemed kind of fed up, and she told me to go home. So I said okay. It was raining, and I started to walk back to the guesthouse, and I just felt so angry, so upset, disappointed. I felt like I wasted the whole

day. I felt so sure that she was interested in me and that something was going to happen, but nothing happened. And I felt kind of irritated and stupid at the same time. I decided to stop talking to her, but a week later she messaged me again asking me if I wanted to go to a cafe to have

a drink. So I said okay because I had nothing else to do. I thought to myself, maybe she is interested in me. Why else would she invite me to a cafe? So I went along, not learning from my previous mistake, and we went to this cafe. She had a coffee, I had a tea, and we sat at

this small table. And then she took out this bag and a book, a book about animal surgeries and diseases, how to operate on diseased animals. She handed me these pieces of paper and she asked me to read it for her. It was all in English. It was about eyeballs. It was really scientific, like a medical documentation. About

diseases that dogs get in their eyeballs. I said to her, you really like eyeballs, don't you? And she said, yes, it's kind of like my hobby. And I said, that's an interesting hobby. So I started reading it to her. I didn't understand what I was reading. This same word kept coming up, scleral shell, and I didn't even

know what half of the words were, but she seemed to understand them. She said she wanted me to read it because She wasn't sure about the proper pronunciation. After about an hour, I finally finished reading all of the documents that she handed to me. It wasn't quite what I was expecting from a romantic date at a cafe

with someone that I liked. It was really boring. I was so incredibly bored. After we finished, she paid me ¥2,000 for my troubles, so it was kind of like an English lesson for her, which I felt a bit gutted about because I thought it was a date, but nope, it was just an English lesson to help her

learn about eyeballs and scleral shells. After we finished, she asked me if I was hungry and I said yes, and we went for dinner. After we finished dinner, I went back to the guest house and I thought to myself, that's it, it's over. I'm never meeting this woman again. This is just a huge waste of time. This

isn't leading anywhere. So I didn't talk to her for the rest of the trip. One week before I had to leave Japan, I sent her a message, like a last-ditch attempt, and I just asked her directly, do you want to have sex with me? And she said no. She said that she didn't see the point in having

sex with me. She didn't see how it would benefit her. And I felt like this was a stupid answer. Who cares if it benefits you or not? People don't have sex because it benefits them in some way. They have sex because it feels good. After this experience, I kind of learnt that asking girls directly if they want

to have sex with you isn't a smart move. It's not romantic, it's not attractive, it just sounds like you're really desperate. I asked the Iranian girl if she wanted to have sex with me when she was in my room, and she said no. She just laughed at me and she patted me on the head like I was

a dog. I just don't understand how a girl can be in my room alone with me and not want to have sex with me, even after I've given them the opportunity to, even when I've invited them to. Why would you not want to have sex with me? It doesn't make sense. The reason why I ask girls directly

if they want to have sex with me or not, or if they want to be my girlfriend, is because I can't stand not knowing if they're interested in me or not when I'm interested in them. I'd rather face the embarrassment and the rejection and know than not knowing. Girls can be so confusing. They make you feel like

they're interested in you. They ask you out on dates. They ask you to go to dinner or to come to a cafe with them, or they, they sit in your room until 2 AM in the morning watching YouTube together, and they don't want to have sex. It just doesn't make sense.