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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Japanese Women: No Tits, No Ass, No Interest?

Boobs.

Now that I have you attention...

So… the blog appears to have hit a rough patch these past two days, with declining attendance, which is fine… I expected a hangover after such the spectacular bunch of blogs I had recently created, culminating with the resolution of the great Japanese Aviation Postcard Mystery of 1913 - HERE.

Okay, who's kidding whom.

This blog's main core of visitors is those Google-ing for information on Japanese teenager hookers or what Japanese women sound like in bed, or secret clues provided by myself on 'how to date Japanese women'.

I am quite familiar with the latter two topics - personally - and merely had to go on word of mouth from other media sources re: Japanese teenage hookers.

Still - 106,000 hits for the hookers; 97,000 for the dating advice and 41,000 for the sound bites… and these aren't the top hit makers on this blog… the one on Japanese boob size is big, too - so to speak.

I have, back in Canada, actually had a girlfriend who had been a high-class escort and I must admit to feeling good about that… I was the 'normal guy' that she liked enough to be with for free. And I mean 'free'. She had made a lot of money by the time she met me, so I was her kept man… never even had to buy dinner, though I offered every time.

I must have had something going for me back then, even if I was often the flavor of the month, as my friend Kevin once described me hopping in and out of relationships.

I still don't know how I came out of it (no pun intended. Much.) unscathed physically. No bets on 'emotionally', though I feel good about most things in life.

Boobs...

We Now Join This Blog All Ready In Progress
So... the headline… the topic is inspired by my new friend John Box - and more on him in an upcoming blog - who also enjoyed the wiles of women while in Japan…

Now, I'm not speaking any further for JB at this time, but back in the day (of me as a skirt-chaser - when did that end? Not yet?), there was a saying amongst the gaijin (foreign) men in Japan that while incredibly sexist, many chose to follow:

"No tits, no ass - no interest."

Not me.

When it came to dating, I actually did have to like the woman chasing me… and yes, by my second-year in Japan, I really did have Japanese women chasing me as much as I chased women of whatever nationality.

It just so happens that I prefer a little bit of meat on the bone, so to speak.

The modern day (?) adage refers to the stereotype that Japanese women are generally flat-chested, and can have flat butts and thus should be considered unappealing for 'dating'.

I, myself, used to 'dream' of the ideal woman as being a Japanese redhead with big tits.

In both instances, I would prefer natural… neeeeever been a big fan of the fake boobs regardless of the natural cup size. Yes, Andrew prefers some honesty in a relationship.

I should note, however, that implants are a necessity for some people just for symmetry. I understand and accept this as proper… but for the rest? Be happy with what you have.

Honesty in a relationship? Sure. It would be nice. Fake eyelashes, lip color, fingernail palettes, perfumes to cover up your real pheromone scent… it goes on, but you get the picture.
A real Japanese Barbie doll.

I'm not saying zero make-up, but minimal is always better in my book. Even to cover up a fish hook scar to an eyebrow. It adds character. Nothing wrong with character.

I prefer women who like who they are. Damn rare thing in my book, though.

As for the redheaded Japanese woman - okay… I knew it would have to be a dye job, or whatever… but like I said… or rather I am saying here for the first time… my preference was all tongue-in-cheek. Just not my cheek.

But what cheek! Wot-wot!

Anyhow, two out of three ain't bad.

In reality, however, I didn't discriminate.Having said that, there is a 'look' that I prefer.

You'd never know that looking at my dating history, though. No tits. Big tits. Average size tits. Short, tall, small, big, pick a nationality or religion... key for me was a nice set of legs, a bit of butt you could get a good grip onto, and god help me... first and foremost they had to be as smart or smarter than me.

Despite being a smart ass, I do consider myself smart. I'm not scientist smart even though I have a political science degree... but she should be considered literate - IE can read a book, can recommend a book, or best yet, give me a book that she thinks I might enjoy.

Hmmm... perhaps I described my ideal woman for a relationship rather than a bit of 'hide the bishop'. I'm pretty open about the latter.

Doctor, I Need An Anecdote
When I arrived in Japan nearly 26 years-of-age, I was still a virgin. So perhaps because of the difficulty I had experienced in Canada in being considered attractive enough for someone to spend a quality 10-minutes with (sorry I left out an additional zero there), I was never one to disqualify anyone based on the size of their chest or butt.

I figured (back then) that if it was really important to the woman, I could always buy them some implants. That was obviously before I started dating a few exotic dancers in Toronto - when I learned not to like the consistency of the implants as much as the look and feel of the natural materials.

Pretentious? Moi?

So… are the Japanese women small-chested? Relative to whom, is the main question… but sure.

But without much searching one can easily spot a Japanese woman with big boobs who has a svelte build. It's just not as common as it might be in say… Canada.

That whole butt thing… yeah… that's true as well, more often than not, but it is hardly a stereotype written in stone.

To both stereotypes—stereotypes exist for a reason - because there is an element of truth to them—I say who cares?


If you are just out to have sex in Japan, you don't care about anything but yourself, and that's fine.

If you are out to have a relationship, then you shouldn't even care what nationality the person is… and thus shouldn't care about physical characteristics such as size.

Hey, the most beautiful, intelligent and sexy woman in the world may be blind and not speak your language… but I know I'd be interested in communicating with her. Her being blind can only help me. But, if she's a right royal bunt, then what's the point?

There are other reasons why people have sex in Japan, but I'll leave that to people with better experience in such matters.

Depends What You Are After
Every single guy - almost - going to Japan who likes women - as soon as they arrive they have their head on a swivel, ogling every Japanese woman that appears to be breathing in their general vicinity.

And yet… what about the foreign women arriving in Japan?

Sure every single Japanese male who likes women is ogling after them trying to chat them up, but women from outside of Japan - particularly western women - have heard the rumors of Japanese men being misogynist, chauvinistic pigs.

I'm unsure if this is a stereotype or not. I know they are, then again, surely not EVERY single man. That would be crazy. (Reminder to self to write about how Japan is Crazy.)


Regardless, armed with that knowledge, foreign women are often reluctant to enter into a romantic relationship with Japanese men. I said "often". I never said "never" (plenty of Japanese men are fine upstanding folk with an understanding of equality amongst the sexes. I don't know of any, but I'm reasonably sure they exist).

So… think about it… let's use the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme as an example.

This past August, hundreds and hundreds of foreigners arrived in Japan, all strangers in a strange land but everything is exciting… but now it's now eight weeks later, and people are beginning to feel a little bit lonely.

Who is dating the foreigner women? Hell, who is dating the Japanese women? You must be able to communicate with each other, right? Can't do that…

I'm just saying there is a whole market segment awaiting to be wowed by someone's branding strategy.

Office Hot
Have you guys ever heard the term "office hot"?

It's a phenomenon that rears its ugly head after you work in an office for any length of time.

Basically, people that would be considered a 5 or a 6 on a 10-scale of attractiveness at a night club now look like an 8 or a 9 while trying to photocopy things via a fax machine at their work cubicle. That's work hot.
She doesn't work in your office.
Yes, yes… sexist. But don't shoot the messenger. Everyone does this.

Do You Know What I Want, What I Really, Really Want?
I'm just saying that if you give people a chance, you might actually find you like them.

I'm not saying I'm 'all that' or 'god's gift to women'. I got by with okay looks, and plenty of smarts, charm and wit. Women are probably less shallow than men when it comes to dating. Maybe not in Toronto, though. I've scraped my knees knowing how shallow it can be.

Judge not lest you be judged. Yeah… it works both ways.

Anyhow… this blog was just a cheap attempt to elicit a few more readers by using the word 'boobs' a few times.

Sometimes you do what you gotta do.

Kanpai,
Andrew "Boob" Joseph

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