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the politics of the knee touch and free of reprisal..oh god..i can't get the stink of sin from under my nails!

I had too much to drink a few nights ago. It wasn't a horrible evening as a result--in fact I got 2 emails saying what a GREAT time had been had. 2 being the perfect number as--well--only 2 of the 3 people I went out with had my email address.


the only thing leaving me a little..guilty...is a result of a bit of culture..

in japan, I had heard, if someone touches your leg it's a sure sign that they are attracted to you. neon lights, smoke signals, and your name across the sky couldn't say it clearer.

or so I thought/think.

it does lead to some trouble however when you and everyone else has had too much to drink and...someone touches your leg... and you touch their leg..and... and..
perhaps your hand brushes a BIT further south. but briefly and MOSTLY in a joking way..and you think nothing of it till the next day...as even AFTER his hand stayed on your back, your knee and your shoulders and...

he stumbles out to catch a train later, almost without saying goodbye, and everyone hugs and gets ready to go. the next day you call your friend Hiroko to see about catching a movie and she says "eri told me she has an AWESOME time" and then you say "I'm glad--it was great fun! I did feel a little funny cause I think I hit on the guy who came.." and then SHE says nothing, but laughs...
"what?"
"nothing--I heard."

you pause...she laughs a little...
"whaaaaaaat did you hear?"

"nothing--just that you friendly together and he's straight."

"yeahh..I...what? I know but...doesn't it mean...if he touched my leg first?!"

"oh..yeah..I think so..."

and you hang up the phone a few minutes later feeling somehow dirty--a sinner. you think: "drinking is for sinners, I will never drink again because I'm a good boy and I have only done embarassing things like that when drunk..but why am i embarassed..if i'm embarassed doesnt that mean something happened that was bad... and if I call or write about this..isn't that making it INTO a big deal?"

so you sit down in front of your computer and write this down.
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Pura said…
I miss you, at least you have these situations to worry about.
6:10 AM
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