While visiting Manhattan, I had a strange conversation with a young Japanese woman. She was a friend of friend. I was staying at our mutual friend’s apartment in Tribeca. She happened to be in the apartment when I returned from a day about the town. She appeared to be amazed by something in her mind. After a moment, she said: “A black man hit on me this morning.”
“Was he aggressive, did he follow you here,” I asked?
“No, nothing was wrong. I was just surprised a black man found me attractive. In Tokyo, all the black men date women who are much bigger than me. I do not have a big ass or hips, and so the black men in Tokyo never look at me. But here in New York, it actually happened. I could tell this black man desired me. He wanted to buy me breakfast. He wanted my phone number. I was very surprised.” I was surprised to learn there are black men in Tokyo. “Mostly from Africa. And they date the same type of woman. I guess in New York there’s more variety.”
New York, New York, big city of dreams.
Get this, I’m white and a girl from Laos hit on me this morning. She was under 5 ft., tiny, except for her massive massive ass. She wanted to buy me a car, and she didn’t want my phone number, she wanted my phone! So we compromised, I bought her a new phone, and she bought me a bicycle. Fascinating cultural study.
Black men in Japan get the hottest women, therefore… I’m guessing the Japanese woman visiting NYC wasn’t that fly.
In which Charles explores his psyche, and the fascinating relationship between his ego and anima.
AND THEN THEY ALL FUCKED.