Aug. 14 – The date went well. Azuro-san and I, it seems, share a mutual
love of music. She has a pretty voice, all soft and sultry, and she told me
my singing voice sounds like black velvet. Very lyrical of her. I got more
points than she did. We went to a semi-nice restaurant, as she realized
that I'm on a limited budget. Somebody somewhere likes me. She looked very
nice – she had on a black shirt, and a denim skirt. She probably had on
heels, but she still looked petite. I think my height might have something
to do with it. I may be feminine, but at least I'm tall – for a Japanese
man, anyway.
Azuro-san let me kiss her goodnight.
It was… nice. Everything about her is nice. I don't necessarily like that. I could sleep with her, wake up the next morning, and say it was perfectly nice. The kiss WAS nice, though. She had very soft lips. She kissed me back, even, a little, not a lot, but she still did. We stopped, and she was blushing. I told her goodnight, and just sort of melted away into the night. I shouldn't be able to do that, not with my… vivid coloring, but the shadows have always befriended me. All in all, I would have to say it went well,
Her parents liked me. I don't know why, but they did. Most parents look at me, figure me to be a half-breed, and dismiss me, but hers seemed to ^sense^ that I am inherently Japanese. They were… nice. Just like she is.
God, they would be so out-of place at my home.
Still, I like her. Perhaps I'll ask her out again. But if I do, Father will want to meet her. I don't know what I'll do about that. I really don't want him to meet her. He'll not like her, he'll find things not to like, and he won't let me see her again. Occasionally, I really dislike that Japanese tradition of obeying parents. I wish I could be American, and scream at my father, and throw a fit, and disobey him on purpose.
I'm going to bed now. Maybe I'll dream of the freedom that would afford me.
Azuro-san let me kiss her goodnight.
It was… nice. Everything about her is nice. I don't necessarily like that. I could sleep with her, wake up the next morning, and say it was perfectly nice. The kiss WAS nice, though. She had very soft lips. She kissed me back, even, a little, not a lot, but she still did. We stopped, and she was blushing. I told her goodnight, and just sort of melted away into the night. I shouldn't be able to do that, not with my… vivid coloring, but the shadows have always befriended me. All in all, I would have to say it went well,
Her parents liked me. I don't know why, but they did. Most parents look at me, figure me to be a half-breed, and dismiss me, but hers seemed to ^sense^ that I am inherently Japanese. They were… nice. Just like she is.
God, they would be so out-of place at my home.
Still, I like her. Perhaps I'll ask her out again. But if I do, Father will want to meet her. I don't know what I'll do about that. I really don't want him to meet her. He'll not like her, he'll find things not to like, and he won't let me see her again. Occasionally, I really dislike that Japanese tradition of obeying parents. I wish I could be American, and scream at my father, and throw a fit, and disobey him on purpose.
I'm going to bed now. Maybe I'll dream of the freedom that would afford me.