Sumo Big.

Let me just take a small break from the business of loquacious vacation updates to share what happened to me this morning on my way to work. So I'm gleefully strolling through my mountain town headed for the station, and coming toward me is the biggest Japanese man I have ever seen in my life. I am talking sumo big. He passes and I smile at him, which I often do to passer-by, and he smiles back and stops short. He was staring at me like a sushi platter when I looked back but I just  laughed and kept it pushing. A few seconds later, I noticed him following me, and quite quickly I might add. So I slow down and say hello. He says hi and tells me im really beautiful and then hits me with the usual series of introductory questions to a foreigner here-in Japanese...Where are you from? Where are you going? Do you live here? What are you doing in Japan. I answer all his questions in English and he tells me I'm pretty again. He then said I have a nice body and do I have a boyfriend - in English. I say yes (fallacy) in America. He then says hot sex or hard sex...not really sure which one and I start to shake my head in a very ambiguous manner. I honestly had no idea how to respond I was so shocked. He said something to this effect "...please meet one more time with me. Hot sex. Nice body. Hot! " I said thank you and politely excused myself telling him I needed to catch my train. I couldn't get it out of my mouth fast enough before I realized I was running. There was no fear attached to the idea in my body...only awkward discomfort and avoidance. 

Laughing,
Gypsy