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Like at least two other users pointed out in the Starbucks thread there are far too many people here boasting about thier imaginary conquests and taking others for fools.
That is why I would like to start a new thread in which we can talk openly about our successes and failures, etc.
With this in mind, I shall take the plunge and tell my story.
I met this girl (let`s call her A) on a language exchange board on 2007/12/31. We exchanged pictures and talked for quite a while. Then, in March, when I went to Japan I asked her if she wanted to meet. At first she was a little bit reluctant but we ended up going out (it wasn`t a date or anything) to Ikspirari near Maihama station and Tokyo Disney Resort in Chiba Prefecture.
After I came back home we went on talking to each other via MSN Messenger and e-mail. Then, in late April (one month after I left Japan, I think, but I`m not 100% sure about the dates) I told her I liked her. We started chatting on Skype and she agreed to be my girlfriend. This may seem unatural but you should bear in mind I was going (and did move) to move to Japan in July, so we`d only be separated for two months.
We exchanged a lot of messages and talked for a long time so I was feeling confident when I arrived here in Japan. We met but you know what happened? Well, she took her words back and said that maybe we should go back to being friends! After that she sends me an e-mail saying that I looked "otaku"...
I couldn`t stand the humiliation so I decided to end my life. That`s correct. I went to a hotel in Higashi Shinjuku and overdoses on anti-depressants (I suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Strangely enough some sadistic bastard "saved" my life and I woke up three days later at the hospital with my parents by my bedside.
I wondered around the city for several days until I started corresponding with another penpal of mine. We had first started talking on 6/24 (I was still in Europe) but she asked me if I wanted to go for a drink on 7/26. I agree and we met in Shibuya.
I guess that because I had almost died I was much bolder so, after we had dinner, I asked her if she "had to go home". I actually didn`t say this, but rather wrote it! We had this little exchange on my notebook and she agreed to come with me to a hotel in Shinjuku (the second one I had staied in when I was here in Japan) and we made love. We made love almost everyday until the first of August.
However, life isn`t that nice....On July 30 she sends me a message saying she had been seeing a 39 year old man who was married to a Japanese woman for the visa only (I`ve never seen him in person but she says he`s austrian).
From that point onwards it`s literally been hell. Everyday is a bloody nightmare...no matter how many times I asked her to stay with me, no matter how many times I told her we could have a very nice time together she just keeps saying weird things...she says she`s going abroad, even if just for a short period of time.
Anyway, this is my (weird but true) story. Not a very glorious one, but maybe it`s interesting to someone.
Please tell me (us) your story too!a
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