My worst experience dating Japanese women

So as someone who's traveled to Japan

quite a lot, mainly for dating— well,

just for dating, to be honest— I have some

pretty weird experiences and some bad

dating experiences. Today I want to talk

about 2 or 3 of the worst dating

experiences I had in Japan with Japanese

women. So first of all, I met this girl—

or I shouldn't say girl because none of

these girls were young or anything. So if

I say girl, it makes them sound like

they're really young, but they weren't.

They were like 40 years old. So I'm gonna

try and say women. So I

met this Japanese woman on an app called

HelloTalk, and although this is not a

dating app, it's an app used for learning

languages and practicing Japanese,

there's a lot of women, mostly over 45,

who are looking to date on the app. And I

was talking to this Japanese woman for

maybe months before we actually met, and I

thought she was kind of cute. I saw one

photo of her and I thought, yeah, I think

she looks okay. I can kind of get an idea

of what she looks like just from this one

singular photo. And on her profile, she

said that she's 40 single, lives alone,

and she's just learning English and

interested in traveling the world. And I

could kind of tell straight from the

beginning that she's definitely

interested. When a woman keeps asking you

loads of questions and she keeps

initiating the conversation even if you

don't, it means they're interested. So she

kept asking me lots of questions, she was

really friendly, and when we phoned, I

thought she sounded really cute. Her voice

was very feminine sounding, very cute.

And a mistake that a lot of guys get into,

myself included, is When you just hear

their voice and it sounds kind of cute,

you make this creation in your mind of

this really attractive looking woman

because you want the face to match the

voice, even though you don't have a very

clear picture of what the face looks like.

We think positively and optimistically,

and when we don't know what someone

actually looks like, we fill in the blanks

with how we want them to look like. So I

created this image of this woman in my

mind of what she would look like based off

her voice. So we're phoning each other

basically every single day, talking for

hours, and I'm talking to her about my

plans to go to And she just says out of

the blue, out of nowhere, after just a few

weeks of phoning, would I like to come and

stay with her and live with her at her

place just for like a week? You know,

just like friends staying together to help

you out with accommodation costs. It's not

going to be weird or anything. And I said,

are you sure? That sounds great. And I

thought this could be a bad idea. I mean,

what if I meet her and I don't like what

she looks like, or it's kind of awkward

and weird, and then I'm stuck with her in

her place for a week? But I wasn't really

thinking logically. I was more thinking

impulsively, and I just went ahead and I

said, okay, I would like to stay at your

place if that's okay with you. So we

eventually finally meet up. She waits for

me outside of the airport, at the airport,

and I see her for the first time, and

straight away I can tell I don't like her.

She doesn't look anything like what I

thought she would look like based off of

the one photo I saw and the sound of her

voice. She looked weird, like not ugly,

but she looked like a man, you know. She

had a very short hairstyle, shorter than

my hair currently, and And when a woman

has hair that's shorter than this, you

want to get out of there straight away.

And pretty much straight away, I'm feeling

regret and disappointment and doom and

misery because I've promised her that I'm

going to stay with her for like a week.

And for months, I've been sweet-talking

her over the phone, and I think I

accidentally made her fall in love with

me. So she takes me back to her place and

we get some food. And on the first night,

nothing happens because I'm not really in

the mood. I'm not attracted at all. And

I'm feeling kind of down. But then on the

second night, I kind of get the feelings

that I want to do it, and I sneak into her

bed at night and we do it. I didn't really

feel proud of myself, and it felt kind of

weird and awkward afterwards, but I just

couldn't really help myself. So now that

we've done it, she thinks we're girlfriend

and boyfriend and that we're a couple,

and it's just made the whole challenge of

trying to ditch her much more difficult.

So she didn't go to work because she took

the week off so she could spend it with

me. So she was at the house every single

day. There was no chance to ditch. And

every day I was just thinking, how can I

ditch and get out of this situation the

least awkward way as possible? People kept

saying, why don't you just tell her you

didn't like her and you wanted to leave?

Yeah, I could have, but that would have

been extremely awkward and it would have

made me look really bad and she might have

cried. And every morning would wake up,

she'd make food, breakfast, coffee for me,

do my laundry. She was really nice and it

was kind of weird and I felt like I was

trapped at her place. So every day,

basically, I was trying to calculate and

come up with this plan on how I can

escape. So I thought, well, I've got a lot

of expensive tech. I've got laptop,

phones, chargers, stuff like that that I

don't really want to lose. And I tried to

secretly put it into my backpack so that

when we go out on a trip, I could pretend

that I want to bring my backpack with me

and then find a way to ditch her during

the trip. So there was this trip coming up

that we had planned where we're gonna go

to this castle, a Japanese castle, and I

thought, this is perfect. I can take my

backpack to the castle put some water in

it, say that I just wanted to bring along

some water, and then that would be the

excuse as to why I'm bringing my backpack.

But I thought that's too risky. If I bring

my backpack, it's going to blow my cover

and she's going to get suspicious and

she's going to suss out that I'm trying to

escape. So I had to ditch trying to bring

my backpack. So I just put my important

things like my passport, my wallet, my

money, a couple phones, and a battery

charger into my pockets, my jacket

pockets, and I had to try and just accept

the idea I'm gonna have to sacrifice

everything else. So as we're going to the

castle, I'm constantly thinking, how can I

ditch her? When can I find an opportunity

to ditch her? And we're going to the

castle, and we're in the castle, and I

still haven't had the chance to escape yet

until we leave the castle and I say I want

to go to the toilet. And I come out the

toilet after I finish, and then I ask her,

do you want to go to the toilet? And she

thankfully, fortunately says yes, and she

goes into the toilet. As soon as she goes

into the toilet, I just turn around and I

leg it. I sprint sprint the opposite way

out of the castle grounds and I just run

and I run and I run down the road until I

can't run anymore. I must have sprinted

for like 10 minutes. So I'm running down

the road and basically what I'm looking

for is either a train station or a bus

stop or taxi stand that can take me to the

nearest airport. And thankfully I find a

bus station. I go into the ticket office

and I just buy a one-way ticket, bus

ticket to the nearest airport. And I just

get on the bus and I go straight to the

airport. And I've lost all my stuff, but

at least I'm free. I've got my freedom.

When I was on the bus, I was booking a

flight ticket so that would fly me to a

different Japanese city. And I get to the

airport and I'm waiting for the plane,

and I'm worried that she's going to follow

me to the airport and she'd be like trying

to find me or something. But thankfully,

I get onto my flight without any problems,

and I arrive at this other Japanese city

that I flew to, and I booked myself a

hotel to stay for a few nights to try and

figure out what to do next.

Unfortunately, I made this massive mistake

of leaving personal information inside of

my backpack that I had ditched back at her

apartment, and she was rummaging through

my backpack to try and find a phone number

or something to contact me by. She finds

my personal information inside of my

backpack, and she figures out how to

contact me directly because she found out

my real name. And then I was just

thinking, oh crap, she tracked me down.

So I had to explain to her what happened.

And she was pretty upset, as you can

imagine, but thankfully she agreed to send

me all my stuff to me, and I just gave her

an address and she sent my backpack and

all my stuff after she made me apologize

to her a few times.