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I'm Goin' On A Da-a-a-a-ate

I'm going on a da-a-a-a-ate. We're meeting at Umeda Station at 6 o'clo-o-o-o-ock. I still don't know what I'm going to wea-a-a-a-ar.

I haven't been on a date in..............

[time passes as she thinks]

...........years.

It feels like one of those silly dates you go on when you're 16 and it's all new and fun and shit. Eep! (I'm such a retard.) I'm going to have a night on the town in Osaka. Yay!

[The zombie of my dating life crawls stiffly from its dusty grave.]

"Who disturbs my rest?!"

Me!

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Whew, that was a good one! See you in another......."

[times passes as it thinks]

".......several years."

Har har.

We're meeting under the huge Takarazuka screens that every other person in Japandom meets their date under. I'll never find him, but--lucky for both of us--I'm blonde, so I'll be easy to spot. (Never thought I'd be grateful for this hair. I'm really not blonde on the inside. I'm really sort of icky reddish.)

Okay, off to make myself beautiful.

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lalenalefay
Nov. 21st, 2004 11:37 pm (UTC)
WHOOHOO go abby!
kuaimao
Nov. 22nd, 2004 01:05 am (UTC)
You don't have to make yourself beautiful, you ARE beautiful!

Good luck and have fun!
alexakaruda
Nov. 22nd, 2004 07:05 pm (UTC)
::blush:: Thank you! ^_^ (But a little make-up never hurt much.)

-A
morganlight
Nov. 22nd, 2004 01:07 am (UTC)
WHEEE! Go Abs! I wanna hear the details! :)
impishlaugh
Nov. 23rd, 2004 12:34 pm (UTC)
OOh! What does he look like? What did you end up wearing? Did y'all get freaknasty? (kidding about the last one... unless you DID!)
alexakaruda
Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:35 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha! No, we didn't get all freaky (see next entry), but it was a lot of fun. (I'll probably write out all the gruesome details later.)

He's definitely a bit taller than me when we're indoors (you have to take your shoes off a lot around here), but I'm a smidgen (is that a word?) taller than him when I'm wearing my boots. He's....big-boned....but I don't like guys who are skinnier than me, so it's all good. He has a hearty laugh and a warm smile. And he's just a really cool guy. Totally unlike any other Japanese guy I've ever met. (I know that sounds cruel, but I've met SO many flaky Japanese guys here--it's the curse of living near Osaka, I think. Osaka is like a disease of the mind.) He lived in Botswana for a year, doing AIDS prevention/education work. And he went to Cambodia and did volunteer work there, too. All these other Japanese guys I've met are all, "Yeah, I'm living with my parents and I'm in a band and I like soccer. Do you like Beckham? I like Real Madrid, so I like Beckham." I just can't *communicate* with people like that. I find I have a tendency to start poking myself in the eye to get my mind off the pain in my brain. >_<

I ended up wearing my brown velvet cords, lightly speckled brown turtleneck, brown boots, my cream-colored peacoat jacket (is that what they're called?), and I even dragged out my brown leather purse to complete the ensemble.

We flirted and were horribly nervous around each other. And we kept being retarded in each other's language. (I'll probably write more later on about the stupid things we said in our pure anxiety.)

As my friend Dan would say, "It was ON!" ^_^

-Abbers
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