Foreign Connection

There I sat on the hostel chair checking my facebook updates an relaxing before my next adventure. I had just descended Mt Fuji an my body was on the mend. “Is that a cat making that noise”? the girl across from me asked, Lol I don’t know but its highly ignoring I replied, still zoned out on my mobile.

   I soon became bored an decided to engage the stranger across from me. I started by checking her out a bit, she was ruffled from the hostel life. Her hair was down an a little on the unkept side, but more stylish than just plain unkept. It fell over her face doen past her shoulders. She had pretty eyes an petite features, so I judged her as average. 

    “So why are you in Japan?” I asked. “I’m going to climb Mount Fuji tomorrow” she replied. After that moment we chatted an laughed about our adventures in Japan so far. So we both decided to go grab dinner at the local Japanese restaurant. Neither one of us spoke Japanese, but we were travelers an had overcome language barriers long ago . We laugh an discussed the different foods we had tasted while there, our experiences with the native people.

Soon the conversation shifted to our past, future an just other thoughts we were having. As she spoke I sense a certain familiarity with her,  as a girl from boston she had been to all the same states an places I had been to. It was like hearing myself speaking from across the table. How could someone so like myself have crossed my path? How cruel yet beautiful is life to cross our paths together. I didn’t know it at the time as our eye contact increased an our smiles became wider that I was forming something, something that is beautiful an a curse in itself.

  We moved on from the restaurant, to the supermarket where we did some shopping for her mountain hike the next day. We continued to chat about ourselves an how she was moving on to business school in another state. “I know what you need, some peanut butter” I stated. “Oh my God I always take peanut butter on hikes” she exclaimed. Long story short, we found the peanut butter, I tasted octopus for the first time with her an we walked home together in the rain. 

  Back at the hostel we went our separate ways as she had to hike in the morning. The next morning she was nowhere to be seen, so I spent the day with a french guy I had met that night. She eventually came home where she said she had made it to the top an soon after went to bed. I didn’t see her again that day or the next.

  I sat at the bus stop on my way back to Tokyo, I had just traded my tickets in for a earlier bus hoping to get a chance to spend time in Akiba before I got on the plane home. When I heard a familiar voice, “Hey I didn’t know you was heading back today” she stated. Here she was again randomly taking the same path as me. Once again we chatted an spoke about backers life. The bus came she got on an I made my way to the back. As the bus rode along I sat in my seat thinking maybe I should give her my number. Maybe this is meant to be, as I thought these thoughts she turned around smiled an waved at me. I made up my mind that I would indeed give her my number also I would give her my handy travel book with Tokyo maps an Japanese language helpers. I wrote the number in the back of the book an went to sleep.

  We arrived in Shibuya Tokyo an got off the bus, we talked for a bit an then it hit me. For some reason I wouldn’t give her my number. For some reason this would be it, we would go our separate ways in the world. She would head to the Philippines an me back to Arizona. This was the way it was meant to be. This would be the magic in my life, that knowing that someone out there was like me. “So this is the goodbye then?” she asked “yes,”I said sadly. We hugged…. 

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In faith I Date

WARNING!! This is not a bashing of faith but more of a desire to understand some reasoning behind recent interactions…

The most commonly heard phrase that l have read or heard is I’m waiting on God to give me a man. I really don’t know how to take this phrase or I am focusing on God right now. They both sound a lot like the I am focusing on my career or more commonly I have a boyfriend. Should I add these to the book of little white lies women tell? I could place them on the lists of nice ways to say I’m not interested.. 

I could be completely wrong here but I was also raised to be a minister but I never remembered much about pre-marriage relationships. These answers sound like excuses for different personality flaws or quite possibly denial. I believe they we have to take the first steps, it’s highly unlikely that a light from heaven is going to shine down on a man an voice say this is the one for you. I have NEVER seen this happen, I have also seen a lot of christians divorce. What does this mean? Does it mean you picked before God shined the heavenly light on the right one? 

Religion is a touchy subject, but since I have been there an have seen very little in the Bible about dating I am curious as to where all these sayings an excuses are coming from.  Those are perhaps the two statements theres no comeback from, I mean if God didn’t shine the light on you then there must be zero hope an you don’t want to be the reason someone loses focus on God.

I often wonder that with the changing of society how would people reinterpret religion an the Bible. My take is not having a shiny light or an appfinity that a guy is the man for you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give him a chance. Asking God for a man is about as asking God for cold hard cash probably not going to happen. An if it does he may not be what you physically want an you will just once again pawn him off. 

So I ask you how do you interpet those two phrases?

Unlevel Standing Grounds

 

Can I have your number? The bread an butter of a mans life or love life that is. It’s the one crucial thing that a man must learn to survive. It is a mans sole responsibility to ask this, these words launch a man into limbo an he falls into firmly into the open palm of the woman he asks. Will she clinch her fist an crush his hopes and dreams, or will she open his his world to thousands of possibilities.

As awkward as it is for a woman to be asked out, it’s much worst for the man who had to build up the courage to ask you out. So is it fair for a man to have to work up all that courage to ask you out an get shot down? Is it fair that a man is the expected to be the one to act first? What does it say about the man whom this comes naturally an isn’t phased by the rejection? Well the dating game is not fair, its leveled in the favor of women. Since they only need to sit back an accept or reject advances, like saying yes or no to a free meal. They don’t have to be out going an if they really want a certain man they can step up an ask the man out. Why do we as a society empower one gender over another? A mans drive to reproduce keeps the power in a woman’s hands. How do we fix this, well we can’t we as men can only evolve to be more cunning an courageous at asking women out.

One thing I have observed while reading blogs is that women always tend to have problems finding the right man, while going on multiple dates an even have up to two or three men in the Que at one time. While most men who blog are having problems getting one date, or has found themselves in the friend zone. The man is making a cry for help, while the woman is asking for help in choosing. Choosing is a luxury that most women have an that no man has. I read about how a women dating one man suddenly decides to choose another over the one she is dating. It’s a cut throat world in dating an its not for the faint of heart. How many men have you approached? How many messages on online dating have you sent? Because of the uncertainty of the situation dating has become a numbers game for men. Ask as many women as you can an maybe you will get lucky. The less you ask the less likely you will find one, so it becomes a move of desperation. Problem is women can sense it an will reject you based on that reading.

So what do we do as men? Nothing really, just keep putting yourself under the choppers block. At least that what my women friends used to tell me. I don’t think it will get easier an rejection is a way of life. We find ourselves driven by nature to hunt or starve. Happy hunting brothers!