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HAPPY TALK
SEX:
THE INTERNATIONAL
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Part of the fantasy of the adolescent male in becoming a famous rock star or an all-star lineman are the fringe benefits, namely, the groupies. Unfortunately, few of us have the talent or the perseverance to make it to the big leagues. Reality dawns upon us as we finish school. We realize our destiny will have nothing to do with fancy guitar chords or scoring the goal that wins the World Cup. We suddenly wake up one morning realizing that we are accountants or software engineers, toiling in obscurity. Never will we enjoy, as Kiss did, the legion of pubescent plaster casters. Never will we find outside the locker room a league of women following us around from city to city who know our award-winning statistics and are eager to show us theirs. We are left to pursue the women who want us for just what we are or what we have.
A lot of us don't have that much to offer to the women who prefer material things—no fancy sports cars, no plush lodge in the mountains, no platinum cards. It sometimes can be slim pickings. Some of us, because of professional opportunity or desperation, trudge off to Japan and find ourselves in what we initially perceive to be one of the least glamorous jobs in the world—English teaching. The uninitiated are stunned. They stand before a class of beautiful but mute young women. The tutorial seems to last for an eternity. After a few months, the newly arrived Brit or American has become desperate. There seems to be not an iota of progress.
As usual, one day after class, Kimiko, a petite twenty-year-old who works part time in a flower shop, is at the sensei's desk asking, it seems, the same question for the twentieth time about conjugating a particular verb. Today she seems particularly flustered. "Jeemu-sensei, I need extra help I sink," she says. Did she just ever so slightly brush her breasts up against my side, Jim says to himself. He thinks, maybe it is just his vivid imagination conspiring with his raging hormones. After all, he hasn't gotten laid since he's been here. How do you ask out these beautiful nubile girls, he wonders. "Well Kimiko I think it's a left brain, right brain problem. You know English apparently must be learned from the other side of your brain." Jim has seen this in various books he is reading in a desperate attempt to find out
