Today, Prof. W took me along with him to his classes at Konan Women's College.
Driving into the campus of Konan in the morning, we passed by several young men standing outside of the entrance gates, handing out fliers for something. There they were, at the gates, but they could go no further. Prof. W was my ticket to going where those young men could not -- through the gates, past the guards and into the glorious, magical, estrogen filled wonderland that lay beyond.
I was the special guest of the day for two English language classes. After briefing his students and giving them some time to come up with some questions, Prof. W brought me in from the waiting area to be interviewed by the students.
From my understanding, Konan had traditionally been a finishing school of sorts for turning out pretty and cultured young ladies...or as I have heard it put more disparagingly, "trophy wives." However, I would imagine that with the gradual growth of career opportunities for women in Japan and the prolongued economic slump, the "trophy wife" path is not as desirable or even viable as it once was, so perhaps such is no longer the case.
Anyway, I walked into this classroom of about 30 young women, all dressed very fashionably and all with their make-up "just so." I had to fight down my urge to be bashful and stare down at the floor.
The questions were basic but it was a good time. Each student asked me a question and then I would ask one in return:
"What's your name?" "Where are you from?"
"What do you do?" "What are you interested in?" "What are your dreams?" "What sports do you like?"
"Do you have a girlfriend? I'm single."
"What kind of girl do you go for?"
My favorite part of the class came when a young woman asked me, "How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?" I shot back.
Various guesses were made: "21?" "22?" "23?" "25?"
"What's the answer, Tatsu? Tell them," said Prof. W.
When I told them the answer, the whole classroom let out a collective "Heeeeeee!!" of surprise. Several young women commented, "You don't look it at all!"
Fully aware of the fact that these young ladies were no doubt skillfully massaging my almost middle-aged man ego, I still couldn't help but let a big dopey grin wash over my face. More. More! Please!
Yes, yes, this guy, in the twilight of his youthful 20's, had a wonderful time indeed being the center of all this attention. And it only got better.
Prof. W took me over to the dining hall for lunch.
For any of you guys out there wondering what paradise looks like, I can now say to you, "I've been there."
Women. Pretty young women. A whole ocean of pretty young women. Three floors worth.
I swear to gawd, there were harps playing somewhere.
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