A few weeks back I had an intimate encounter with an older Japanese man. It isn't at all what you are thinking. So without further ado let the tale begin. I was a Wednesday I believe and I was at the gym across from my job. I had a good workout, and was heading to hit the showers. Outside of the shower area I was looking for a locker to put my things in. The only one available was up pretty high I had to stand on my tip toes just to reach it. While I was reaching, some Japanese man slid in-between me and the lockers to get his things from a lower locker. When he bent down to get his things his ass collided with my thighs causing me to lose balance. I fell forward, and to break my fall I grabbed on to his sides. So here we were two men at a crossroads in our life. I am sure when he was a schoolboy he never imagined he would be straddled by a sweaty black man outside of a shower. In fact this gym was in the countryside he has probably never seen a black man in his life. So his first encounter isn't the best one. I am sure a handshake would have sufficed. Once I regained my composure he said the most common word ever in Japanese すごい, meaning among other things "wonderful". That didn't make the situation any better. Once we both entered the shower area he was talking excitedly about what had just occurred. It's not like he was talking about some other random black guy everyone knew exactly who he was talking about. As I was the ONLY black guy that was a member of this particular gym. Now the locker room is like a gay prison, as awkward as that sounds that is how it is. I guess to the Japanese it's some kind of glorified piggy back ride. Personally I would hardly think carrying a fully grown naked black man on your back as something as carefree as a piggy back ride. In fact if in your life you are ever carrying a naked man on your back regardless of where he is from or his creed, something serious has happened or is about to happen.
