Before I even thought about writing this, here’s a couple of things that happened that I would like to share with you:

• Last night I updated my Facebook status thus, “Marcus went on a date and it was very nice – ’twas a most pleasant way to end a stressful week at work.” and Rob, my colleague in Melbourne commented, “i want to know if he will blog it”. I’m not that much of a chronic over-sharer am I?!
• My mother had read my previous post about me wondering about Girl A or Girl B, and had said to me, “Why must you blog about that?” I was confused by her question since she’s such an avid reader of the blog and I would have thought that it’s expected for me to blog about almost anything that’s on my mind. Then I gathered her concern was that if either one or both of the girls end up reading the post, I would have shot my chances with both of them.

  To that I say, well my closest friends know them both, and it’s probably inevitable that word will spread around already so really, me not writing about it won’t stop people from knowing about it.

Back to the topic at hand, so I went on a date with Girl B last night. Woohoo. And as some of you have surmised, she is indeed Japanese. Throughout the week, Thama who has lived and work in Japan for a few years gave me some pointers on the language and culture. Girl B is not the first Japanese girl whom I’ve dated but it was good to have a refresher lesson.

I had also browsed through a Japanese phrase book and a couple of Japanese-English dictionaries which I had bought previously for the purpose of dating Japanese girls.

We went to an izakaya/yakitori place in the city called Jun. Knowing that she would know the food better, I let her ordered which made her happy because she’s been missing food from Japan. According to her, the food was authentic which was excellent. The only downer was that the service was so-so: we had to wait long for our food (it was busy), the table next to us who came later got their food first, and the waitress left out an order.

Here’s one thing I notice about Japanese girls: no matter how modern, they still have a slight deference to the male but not in a way that’s demeaning. When the waitress was explaining to her in Japanese about the mixed-up order, she motioned for the waitress to apologise to me instead.

Oh and another thing was that Jun hasn’t got a liquor license so there was no beer which we were both looking forward to have with our meals. In similar places in Japan, there’d be big pints of cold beer on tap which one can order. Though the good thing with this was that it gave me an excuse to take her to The Deen. Yay!

I like a lot of things about women and one thing that I like is seeing a girl enjoy drinking beer from a pint glass. Plus she liked The Deen. Two pluses. We had about two drinks each, people watched, and continuing talking through the night – me in my broken Japanese, and her in her broken English. And we managed to have fun.

I look forward to the next time.