The Love Files // Tokyo and India
Tokyo…that is where I met D. Let’s just call him D. He was a Brit traveling Asia and Oceania if I remember it correctly. I was in Tokyo. I was strolling around the city, somewhere in the part of the city I was staying at. I was looking for something to eat. It was a hot Summer day, I still remember I was wearing a jeans skirt and flip-flops. I was dressed very blue, even a blue tank shirt if I remember that right. Well, I was walking around and there was this guy sitting and eating some food from a food court apparently, seeing me (the only European around) and giving me unsolicited advice about where to get some food. Soooo, ok - I thought this guy seems interesting, why not sitting down and chatting with him?! And that’s what I did. We started chatting. I was not so hungry then I realised and decided not to buy any of the food he suggested.
Instead we decided to go for coffee to Starbucks next door. That’s what we did. We ordered fancy coffee and went upstairs. And then a big earthquake struck us. Jesus fucking Christ, what was that?! Yea of course there I was in Toyko, Japan knowing they have earthquakes alllllll the time but when I experienced this big one I was like “what the fuck, this can’t be real”. So there we sat, upstairs sipping our fancy latte or whatever it was. I just asked the Japanese people who were frantically in their earthquake position with the hands above their heads like we all learned it in school - yes we all learned that but for the Japanese it is essential to survive and always needed while for us Europeans it is just such a thang - and of course they could also not tell me how long this is gonna last. OK, I asked the experts, they did not know either so in the end D told me to calm the fuck down down and that’s what I did.
OK after the earthquake episode we decided to go to Shinjuko, to the Hyatt Bar where “Lost In Translation” was filmed. That was on my agenda, not on D’s. It took me a while to convince him to go there but it worked out in the end. So we took the metro to get there as far as I remember, back we took a cab because who would have thought that after 11 pm there is no puplic transport anymore. But ok, oh well, that is another thing that was very awkward. Sooo we got there and he was pretty fascinated by this vivid part of the city as well. We were on floor number 54 or whatever where this movie was shot…54 or so if I remember it right and had drinks, shooting photos with our old cameras (it was 2009 before every smartphone had a good camera). Thankfully no other earthquake came around and at a certain point after many gin and tonics we left and took a taxi since there was not tube anymore…I still don’t get why service stopped so early.
OK, now we are at the end of the more or less romantical first date with D. Truth is the rest just followed one month later but I really like this story of Tokyo where we met. For me it holds something magical. Well, I flew back to Germany a few days later, D flew to Hong Kong and Macao but we both knew we wanted to see each other again. I felt a strong sense of chemistry and passion between us and apparently he did as well. Sooo, next stop on the agenda was India where we met about one month later. Yep, we met at New Dheli airport around 1 am in the morning, that is the time when all the international flights arrive. And then a crazy romance and adventure traveling North India started. Not getting into details, the story of Tokyo was a much cooler one of the actual romance than in India where I realised that this guy is just a super dominant sexy guy I feel super attracted to but who actually is not any good for me at all.
What should I say, it was very intense, in a way it was great, in another one it was pretty awful as well. Because poor D., I just got out of another disasterous relationship and let’s face the truth, D was the perfect sexy, attractive rebound. And he knew it straight away anywas (and in the times of where FB was still really cool he gave me a hard time about it whenever I had a new profile picture with my former American boyfriend) and I never denied it but in the end it did not make any difference anyways because he was a total Mr. Unavailable and obviously did not care about me anyways. He was after the adventure, the sex passion and all that jazz as well. Soooo, it was all good you suppose. Back in Germany I got out of this trip ultra confused, but I knew an extremely dominant man like this ain’t my man, for real, at least that I knew and that was it.
