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Originally posted by ism22
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Hahaha crack out the Grange + Dannemanns and we can have a chat if you like mate.
Alas this story's pretty tame. I was in small town Japan, prepping for the big day. Instead of staying at home in my comfy bed I was in one of those fancy hotels where the pillow was a bit too fluffy and there was no air circulating. Around about 2am I started getting nervous so went out to a local jazz cafe for a night cap.
With a Tanqueray 10 gin martini in hand I lay back on one of their couches and contemplated what lay ahead. I stepped outside for a quiet walk down to the town centre. Despite being a small town, it has a classic old Japan style 'machi' that's packed with small bars, karaoke parlours, pachnikos, Korean food, ramen, yakitori...etc. Parallel to the main main beehive is a street lined with young Chinese ladies and massage parlours.
Avoiding the main strip, I decided to try my luck with the massage scene. A girl in her early 20's with long, anime-style looong , ridiculously silky blonde hair (and matching make-up) asked if I wanted a 'massaji' and look I'll be frank, that's exactly what I needed.
We went upstairs to a massage parlour, which also doubled as a dorm. By the time I arrived, most of the workers were already asleep on various massage tables or tucking into their communal bowl of rice in a common lounge room. Their premium massage room was still available though so we went in there and I got a 1 hour massage - the price included drinks and a few basic nibblies so I basically sat there, chatted with some random anime character and then had a lovely back massage. She was small but had a tight grip, really hit the spot.
For the record, Imade a full disclosure that I was getting married at 10:00am that day and would not be needing any sort of 'secret massage'. This worked well as we both sorta relaxed and had a bit of a chat after the massage. She brought in her cat... we basically just sat there stroking it while talking about life. Dunno why but I'm always inquisitive about other people's lives (genuinely interested in what it's like to grow up and live outside my bubble). My biggest memory of the conversation (all in Japanese - always a little interesting when neither of us are native) was that she had no idea where Australia is (didn't understand the Japanese word for it or my description). Rather than ramble I just went 'meh well I'm from Japan now I guess'.
We talked for about an hour after my massage and I provided a decent tip as she was a pretty good psychologist (the sake, cat stroking and curious discussions about how a girl from small town China had ended up working as a massage therapist in a completely random part of Japan worked a trick if anybody needs a few ideas about what sorta therapy they could do to help sleep before a wedding). At the end she offered to swap numbers so that we could go to a pool bar together. I politely declined, thinking 'yeah nah... I want this marriage to work... I think my independent buck's night has gone far enough'.
I walked back to the fancy hotel room and went straight to sleep. Aaaah those were the days when everything was simple...
please write a book of your memoirs jizz, I’ll happily buy it.
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