Wavegirl

Slow motion and happy thoughts as my mind recoils from the satisfaction of finding a place to fit in for the night. A pubcrawl with my old college buddy Hide; a pretty large amount of Europeans (probably about 30% of the crowd).

The Spirit of Climax has seized these people and droplets of aromatic beer spread through the air around us, adding to the European vibe of the bar’s fresh-looking, wooden interior.

I cycle through the room meeting new people with Hide and covering up for my poor language skills with small dances and funny faces. We wade through the crowd, searching for the couple of ladies he planned to meet up with tonight.

Balding foreigners laugh with throaty gasps as cute Japanese damsels fresh out the wrinkles in their skirts, doing little bobs with their knees and blinking innocently. The more bitter men sit with arms crossed, watching the fools make a show; tough but feeling timid on the inside.

Hide gives me a disclaimer: the girls we are meeting up with tonight have a lot of energy apparently. Japanese dudes always talk about girls with ‘strong personalities’ negatively. Psh. We approach them and they are talking to a couple of bros -- assaulting, really, more so than talking. I see what he was talking about.

Gender aside, this girl has a thyroid issue or something. She’s in round three of her barbarian rage. Her personality was like a thousand-foot tall wave; wavegirl. No matter how vigorously I might have waved my puny arms under the shadow of her cresting power, I could not have faltered wavegirl’s vibe.

She nearly spilled an entire beer on me when Hide made our introduction. She still spilled a good amount, yes, but before anyone could react she had already begun to shout her way through the next leg of the conversation. She seemed to feel little remorse for her brazen conduct. I thought that was cool, and quite odd for a female in this country. I was in awe at her ability to go so hard; it made me harken to drugged up ravers and their ‘thizz faces’.

Mid sentence (about who knows what), Wavegirl notices me listening to her. I really wasn’t; even if I could understand her, my train of thought could hardly have been moved from the observation and speculation of her enormous presence.

Where will this night go… Gender double-standards… It’s fine for women to assault random people in the street I learned.