What Mimori is to Me

I'm not saying he was bad, or that he meant me any harm. Back then I thought he might, but on reflection I think he was just
one of the many Japanese men who are out of touch with reality and women. Most of them are just harmless otaku, but there
are some who really do mean women harm, and there have been many accounts of groping on subways. This even spawned the
"women only" subway cars (which are safe, but horribly, horribly, gossipy and loud). I'd had my fair share of experiences with
those kind of men as well, being a private english teacher. Most students are wonderful, and I had so many lovely people I met.
But some weren't, like the bald salesman with the halitosis...or the modeling company rep who said it "might be possible" for me
to enter the company, all the while eyeing my skirt...one man, a 60 year-old billionaire, insisted on taking me to fancy restaurants
and finally, a bit tipsy, placed his hand on my own and started stroking it. "I can make you the head of a company,
anything you like. I will support you...you can be a sucess, anything you like..." It was on western yodeling night...

But that was all okay. However, after the incident with this friend, I started listening more and more
to Mimori Yusa. Her clear, bright, feminine voice sounded genuine and strong. To say that I looked
to her for support would be a sort of lie, as I was quite capable of supporting myself through everything
that was happening. I'm not so easily given to helplessness. But in her, I saw something of myself...
a person who could understand me, and an older woman whom I could look to for guidance, and hold as
the roll model I'd never had. And when I came back to the United States early to assure my safety
(I really didn't want to take chances, what with him calling me a doll and the like),
my interest in her only deepened. She's a perfect Japanese woman.
And I do so miss Japan...

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