The strange thing I learnt from that pairing was that cross-cultural relations are often literally crossed.While I enjoyed the challenges and experiences of Japan and Japanese culture, he despised living here, and he was more ‘Australian’ than I had ever felt. No.3 was a policeman who worked 24 hour shifts and lived in an apartment that I wasn’t ever allowed to set foot in because it was a police dorm.Though he was thoughtful, and nothing like what I had expected of a Japanese cop, the idea of dating the cop – dating the force – wasn’t so appealing. I haven’t dated any foreign men since being in Japan.
If I was ‘cute’ like Avril Lavigne, apparently I’d be in with a shot, but alas, I’m not.
Instead, I have to take a chance with some of these entirely useless tidbits of advice they gave me, which I generously offer up to you, our female readers, so that you too can attempt to woo your intended – your dignity intact or your money back. You’re playing on Japanese soil now, so why not take your cues from the locals and get involved the Japanese way?
Personally I think I’d be more successful if I set a bear trap in Harajuku and checked back every few hours, but a dating guide might be more humane. (arranged dating) can actually be a lot of fun, if you’re ok with being the freakshow foreigner you clearly are.
It’s probably easier to change my sex than my Facebook relationship status these days. Though I’m consistently amazed at the attention you’re lathered with by randy locals, I would rather not draw my samurai sword and launch into a battle of the foreign sexes on Japanese soil.
And anyway, even gender isn’t a done deal these days.
I’m having a hard time trying to determine whether there’s a correlation between the first two facts and the latter, but I can’t dispute the cold, hard depressing fact that, living here, I’m as certain of my singledom as I am my gender.
Let me get one thing straight before I continue, though. There’s enough blood and vitriol splattered on the walls of internet chat rooms without me getting on my diamante-encrusted feminist throne and demanding the head of Charisma Man.
No, it’s far too easy to blame foreign men for my being single in Japan. I mean, it couldn’t possibly be anything to do with me, right?
Or, maybe I just haven’t read the rules properly on how to play the Japanese dating game.