The pretty coffee girls at my kissaten have been replaced by pretty coffee boys. Not a bad way to start the day! Still, I miss the girl who, after seven months of Tuesdays, said, “the usual?” Confessions like these are illegal under the Constitution. (MacArthur hated being asked, “The usual? He wanted to be all the time new, and tall, our MacArthur.) She may as well have ripped off her head scarf, her head
Now she’s been taken away and boys sent to distract me. Boys! Indeed it is hard to think past them. These boys will never say “the usual?” Never, in any language, will these boys admit to knowing or to being known. Even some (rather formal) fellatio would be more likely. At least in my system of hoping.
(April 4, 2007, Tokyo)
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