Racking my brain after the unexpected call from Mystery-Man John (if you are unfamiliar with Mystery Man John see the previous blog post) I had come to the conclusion he was one of two people. The guy from OkCupid! who looks like a Japanese host in his profile picture or someone who it has been so long since I talked to them that OKCupid! deleted them from my queue...
In either case, not great odds.
FYI... For those of you unfamiliar with Japan, when you hear the word "Japanese Host" you might get an image of a geisha, or a sweet Mama-san that has opened up her home to you and your goofy gaijin (foreign) friends.
This is wrong.
A Japanese Host can be found standing outside of bars, clubs, and soap lounges trying to entice patrons to come into their lair. They usually have on a suit with no tie and the shirt unbuttoned down to their navel proudly displaying their non-existent chest hair and boney sternum. They usually have a hair style akin to the mullet that requires a straightening iron and at least three pounds of product to maintain its height.
Stop swooning ladies.
This Mystery Man Host is mine.
*Just to be clear this is not actually John's picture. Though it is frighteningly similar to the one on the website...
I am running late, as per usual, so there goes the plan of being early and letting him find me. I arrive about 15 minutes late and walk into the dimly lit bar. Luckily, the place has just opened so it is practically deserted. Scanning the room as my eyes adjust to the dark I see a handsome, dark headed man smiling at me.
So it is Japanese Host John, who incidentally and thankfully, doesn't look like a Japanese host in real life. Ahhh yes... our initial date a few weeks ago got canceled because he had the flu. Well, he certainly looks fit as a fiddle now.
"Hi Crigger. It's nice to meet you." He says hugging me.
As an aside: People on dating sites do hugging introductions a lot. Must be starved for human contact. I would be lying if I said it didn't weird me out. I don't really like to be touched by most people I know, let alone perfect strangers. If you are one of the people I hug, know this: You are special and have made the ultimate short list of people I like, also know as best friends.
"I'm so sorry I was late. I tried to sneak in yoga and a run and there really wasn't enough time for both!" I say taking in his argyle sweater under a dark blazer and his very stylish, but non-Japanese Host hair. Nerdy cute. That's a good sign. I like nerdy.
"No, problem at all. Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure!"
After I got my Bulluit (yes they had Bulluit Bourbon at the bar!), we settled on to a couch and just chatted up a storm. We talked about work. He's a litigator. As soon as he said, "I'm a litigator" I heard Cher from Clueless say "Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyers." John doesn't seem too scary and he likes being a litigator, but told me my decision to not go to law school was the right one. Well duh... I am a great decision maker.
We talked about travel and those awkward moments that can only happen when you are in a foreign country. He told me about an awkward overnight stay in Korea and I told him about punching a guy in India who tried to kiss me. I think this was a wise move, it says, "Don't try anything on the first date buddy. I pack a punch." without actually having to say those words.
Two drinks and two hours later my coach was turning into a pumpkin so I said goodbye and departed. But not before he asked me out for a second date.
I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.
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