Monday, December 9, 2013

"i'll be wearing a yellow coat so easy to find!"

will he come alone or with his friend? maybe he finally convinced him to come?

no, he was alone. we decided to meet at the shibuya station near the hachiko statue. thousands of people around and the only one was wearing a yellow coat.

his nickname is Gordeau although he doesn't know a word of french (later this evening, he asked us not to call him this name but call him his real name (Yuki) because he was too drunk to understand we were actually talking to him).

"Gordeau? do you know any karaoke nearby?"
"i have no idea!"
"but you are the one who is japanese here! how could you not know?!"
"i don't go to shibuya so often."
"but how? it's one of the central districts."
"it's too crowded and i don't feel comfortable in the crowds."
"so where do you usually spend your time then?"
"at home. drawing."

he looked very good that day. that yellow coat, a cosy sweater, skinny jeans. long shiny hair, glasses. his skin was so thin and smooth, i was surprised when he said he is 27. it's not only about his skin. he acted like a 19 years old child, only there was no aggression in him that so often comes along with the guys this age, no douchebagness, if you will. i can't remember the last time it happened when I saw someone as a peer and felt comfortable near him at the same time.

"is it your natural hair color?"
"you gotta be kidding me, my hair are pink. *caugh* i mean, of course it is, why."

new friend and boyfriend ordered some food. i asked for a glass of red wine. nobody knew how it happened but we emptied almost three decanters of red wine not counting two apple sours ordered especially by/for boyfriend. we spent almost four hours in karaoke singing our favorite songs and writing down the titles of each other's good song choices. we sang a lot. we shouted even more. when our time ended we went outside, to the night shibuya district. going home wasn't an option yet.

"do you like dancing?"
"hell yeeess!"
"whoa! boyfriend, let's go dancing!"
"... ok, now take my hand, you don't want to get lost. where is Gordeau?"

back then, i felt like boyfriend was the only adult that night. who had to look after the other two of us naughty children. we chose a place i read about before, it was on top of the timeout ratings. however, when we came there, the club was almost empty though the entrance fee was expensive.
the only thing that stopped me from crying was those three glasses of wine inside me.


"i want to drink more!"
"i think this isn't really a good idea."
"oh, ok. do you guys like bowling?"

the next moment, he was already calling to the nearest bowling club without waiting for our answer.

"i'm so sorry but we are drunk and don't  know how to get to your place, so we would be very grateful if you told us the way."

"did he really say that? how cute!"
(the next time we met, he asked a policeman if he could tell us where we could find the nearest pizzeria.)

i remembered how my classmates from the middle school used to spent their birthdays at the bowling clubs. that was the reason i could beat 4 strikes in a row when i was 12. that was also the reason why i got sick of bowling and haven't been playing in it since then. so, when i picked up a bowling ball that night, i didn't quite understood what i had to do with it.

everything went pretty nice though. boyfriend threw strikes, Yuki was crawling on the floor when he was losing, laughing when he was satisfied with himself and taking pictures of me every time i was getting ready with my ball.

every time i nocked down at least one pin, he gave me high fives which was so nice and.. pure? that after every high five we didn't pull our hands away immediately because we were overexcited and very tired at the same time.

we made it through two games and then got bored. how surprised Yuki was to see that i wasn't the one who lost both of them.

looking back on that evening, i think that Gordeau would've been just in place in "the perks of being a wallflower". he was so awkward but so naive and kind. however, i think i kinda fear him. every time i meet someone like him, i think "everything is so good about this person, something must be wrong with him. terrifyingly wrong."

he said that he didn't attend the university and began drawing/designing games by himself.

"i attended the art courses for about one year but i saw that my skills weren't improving anyhow so i quit."

now he works at the game design company 10 hours a day, "telling people what to do" as he called it himself. truth is, it makes me worried about my dream to enter the school of arts but i'll apply anyway. it just there is more than a will to improve skills behind this dream but this is a completely different story.