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I prefer native English speaking friends, but I'm open to Japanese friends with intermediate English... Married, laid back, fun, and cheerful Japanese female looking for cheerful and fun English speaking female friends (40-55 years old) around the Chitose-Funabashi, Kyodo, and Soshigaya-Okura areas.But when I dropped him off later that night, he kissed me softly on the cheek, and I smiled happily the rest of the way home. He listened carefully to my daughters, and they liked him. I had already planned my annual spring trip to India to study meditation, but now he didn’t want me to go.I was torn between being who I was and trying to please the man I loved.Six months later, my daughters brought home the , and I found myself glancing at the personals, even though I knew I would never answer another ad. His latest ad was virtually identical to the one I’d answered, with one exception.In describing what he wanted, he had added, “is both nurturing and independent.” The quality he was looking for was the one he most needed to learn. Do you want to have a english lesson and sexy time in the same evening?
By summer, we were struggling painfully most of the time.
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and flipped halfheartedly through the personal ads. seeks conscious, perceptive, emotionally and intellectually strong woman of integrity who knows it’s time to simplify and move on.” It was so unlike the usual “I love to walk in the rain” ads, that I called the personals line and listened to his phone message. To my surprise, I left a message about whatever came into my head: having two teenage daughters, living in the suburbs, being forty-six, traveling to India, being a non-drinking vegetarian, meditating — all undesirable in the singles world.
On our second date, he told me all about the movie we’d seen on our first date — obviously forgetting that was the person with whom he’d seen it. Finally, I went out and bought his suggested list of new-age books in the hope that we would have more to talk about.
But soon I admitted to myself that we had little in common. The irony is, though I lost interest in him, I devoured the books.