A Night In Roppongi

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Tonight, I finally went to roppongi. It was pretty much everything I expected. Because it is 8 oclock in the morning I am going to keep this post concise. We went to roppongi at about 830. It was everything I expected. I got harrsed by nigerian guys to go i their clubs and there were hot chicks everywhere. The first bar we went into was pretty lackluster. It was an irish pub called the hub (huck yuck that rhymes), We ended up sitting with this group of super drunk japanese guys and talking to them about random stuff. Then called over two girls to which i was totally uninterested in. They were cool I guess but kinda boring and not terribly good looking (SHALLOW SO?!) . We talked to them for at least an hour and decided it was time to move on. We went to a new recommended place called homestead beer. All the guys at this place were either jacked up or rich. We stood no chance. Im pretty sure this was a cougar bar for cougars that wanted rich, young, salary men. I went up to this group of girls and they totally laughed at me. I asked them how their night was going in japanaese. I realized that this was totally a pick up line type deal . Anywhere else it would be undestood that I am just practicing my japanese, but at this place its just a pick up line. I got laughed at and really didnt care because on closer inspection, the girls werent good looking (i dont wear glasses during tomcatting). We came to the conclusion that we needed to go to the sluttiest of all roppongi bars to feel satisfied. The sluttiest being gas panic. Gas Panic is a chain of clubs in Japan that is the meeting ground for the sluts of Japan. The second we walked in, all the stories were confired. The girls dancing on the bar, all the dirty gaijin, and the assholes making sure we paid for drinks. It was totally a dance club. Within maybe, 10 minutes, my nerdy friend Kelsey had a girl. Then Derrick had a girl. As easy as it was to get a girl, I had this overwhelming power come over me. I couldnt bring myself to dance/talk to these girls. They were right there and I am a lonely bastard but I couldnt do it. The second I saw these girls I just thought of abbie and how she cheated on me. I thought of how the situation I was in was exactly the same as the ones she was in when she cheated on me or acting like a slut and I yelled at her ( I know this because she cheated on me on her birthday when I took her out and it was a similar atmosphere). I couldn’t do it. I wanted to so bad. The yearning was so much that I wanted to scream but the girls just reminded me of how disgusted I was with abbie when she screwed me over and I couldn’t do it. The girls were tainted in my eyes and I couldn’t have them. I pretty much just drank/walked around by myself the rest of the night. Im not even sure how I got home. I remember getting on the line home and laughing to myself because I had no idea how I got on it. Actually, I had no idea how I got in the line preceding the line home. As I type this I am pretty hammered but coherent enough to type this post to you guys. Oh, the two most eye opening occurances of the night were the following; my friends high fived the fucks that I hate from my dorm that we constantly make fun of which just made me feel as if we were on the same level even thoug I didnt high five them. Also the girl (from the dorm) that looks like abbie was skank dancing with some guy and it kinda made me want to die. End of transmission.

I forgot to say that crazy nigerian guys tried to hassle us into going to their bars. Every bar thats big enough in roppongi, has a nigerian guy to rope people into going into their bars. Its really insane. I believed people when they told me that these people existed but I needed to experience it to totally accept it. Yea, they totally try and force you into the bars. They like, grab your arm and tell you you can get tits and whatnot and its really funny. There is also massage parlor girls that ask you if you want massages and that is also really funny because any guy with half a brain can get a “massage” for free at any bar in roppongi. Its still great how direct they are.

In addition:  Now that I am sober I can elaborate more on the night.  Well just a few points anyways.  When I was told that getting girls in roppongi was like shooting fish in a barrel, I believed it but I still didn’t understand the degree of easiness.  When I say my friend kesley got a girl in  10 minutes, it was more like 5 minutes.  We were all standing in a close circle in sort of a gay fashion when out of nowhere this girl comes up and just pulls Kelsey away.  Derrick and I were totally speechless.  It was almost surreal.  He did absolutely nothing to stand out in any way at all and he was gone.  I couldn’t believe it.  Later I found out that she was apparently not good looking and kelsey had to escape from her.  He ended up going to another gas panic and danced a supposed real hot chick.  Derrick was with these two girls that spoke fluent english and he really likes the one.   They exchanged phone numbers and she actually texted him.  In Japan, it used to be that you give eachother business cards when you meet but now people exchange phone profiles for texting.  When I first experienced this I thought it ment that the girls like you.  Nope.  Usually its just a common curdousy and they might have no intentions of ever talking to you again.  This girl must have liked derrick though.  Where was I while all of this was happening you ask?  Getting stone drunk at the bar by myself and feeling miserable.  There were girls just dancing on the bar directly in front of me.  They really sucked at dancing.  Japanese people can’t dance.  Its not even intimidating to go to these clubs because everyone sucks so bad at dancing.  I had their legs in my face and I couldn’t care less.  I just kept drinking.  I’ve only been depressed drunk twice in my life and they both happened in japan.  Oh and also, Mike pointed out to me today that when I asked those girls “hows your night?”, what I actually said was “how is tonight?” implying that I wanted to have sex with them.  Yea that might explain why they laughed and one girl just immediately walked away.  I got so owned.  LOST IN TRANSLATION.  I should have just said whats up in english because I knew they spoke english.   Man that is the most retarded thing I have ever said in my life.  I never talk to chicks to pick them up so directly and the first time I do it, the first thing I say is “Want to have sex?”  Im going to be telling that story for the rest of my life.

Possible research for my trip to Japan?

Dude, if you guys have time, you need to watch this movie:

I dont know what it is about this stuff but i find it so interesting. Even though i am morally apposed to this line of work I for some reason have this attraction to it. Not for the money or the girls but like the strangeness of it. I just sat here for the length of the movie with my mouth gaped open. Its such a strange world. Its just so weird how the whole idea behind the host bar works. Selling dreams and whatnot. Its so weird how the people that go there know its fake but they are addicted to it. It boggles my mind even more that half the clientèle are prostitutes. They should know more than anyone how fake the whole thing is. I dont think id be suave enough to do that kind of job but then i watch this video and hear what the guys say to get girls and its like, they just say the most jackass things to them and the girls fall for it. Well some do anyways. And also i could see a huge benefit to the fact that it is all fake. You have nothing to lose at all in rejection. Its just a huge game that you are getting paid to do. I think to really be a good pick up artist in bars and whatnot you have to be a good liar. That was one big problem i always had with the idea of picking up girls is that i cant be so entirely fake like these guys are. But the idea that they make money off of it, it just makes it feel even more like a game. Its like playing a video game but real life. In video games theres absolutely no consequence for losing and what these guys do is the same. Granted, if all I was trying to do was pick up chicks in bars I guess there would be no consequence either but I don’t know, I guess my pride would be hurt. In these guys situation though it just feels different. Speaking about picking up the girls on the street, eventually they will reel someone in so what does it matter how much you get rejected. You are also getting paid while you do it so i don’t know. Its just obscene. This whole line of work is just a thesis waiting to be written. To delve into this kind of world though would be putting life on hold more in terms of having someone you want to be with though. Im not sure how you would explain to a girl that you want to be a host just for the research aspect of it. Maybe if you just buy her stuff constantly… Jealous defeats all in the end though I would guess. Im not sure how I would write a thesis on this because I’m not sure what a thesis entails but It would definitely make an excellent book. This is a whole area of Japan that no one in America really knows about. Heck, I bet people in Japan know little about it unless they are involved in it themselves. If memoirs of a geisha sold so well, Im sure my story could. If I have someone proofread the shit out of it so I dont so sound retarded that is.

This is another one of those reasons why I wish I had known about my love for all things Japanese earlier in life. I don’t think I would have as much of a problem seeing if I could go into this line of work (if I have what it takes) if I didn’t think it would totally put my life on hiatus more. I mean, if I want to teach in Japan (and I really do), thats all I can do. Not only that but the time it would take for me to get a grasp on the language enough to even have a chance at getting a job like that would be a serious amount. I guess if I really kept an interest in it I could do it after being a teacher but I dont know. I have other goals in life that are probably more important then just researching a bunch of weirdos. Well, I guess I see how time treats me.