Be The Jam

On Friday night I was invited to a compa along with a few other friends, which I later found out is a kind of Japanese group blind date. It's usually an informal meeting of two evenly numbered groups of men and women. The dating situation for foreigners in Japan is pretty odd. Beautiful, intelligent Japanese women throw themselves at the foreign guys; it seems to be highly desirable to have a gaijin boyfriend. A colleague who has lived in Canada told me that many Japanese girls prefer Western boys because they say what’s on their mind, and are more likely to buy a girl a drink, or pay for the bill at a restaurant. She dated a Japanese guy who was unable to say which film he wanted to see at the cinema, then when they actually decided, he paid for his own ticket and bought himself a coke without offering to treat her. She claims Japanese boys find it hard to speak straight about anything, let alone tell Japanese girls they like them.

Maybe that’s why it’s difficult for foreign women meet Japanese men. In seven months here, the only come-ons I’ve received were from 12 year old students or leering 50 year old men... I’ve never once received any attention from anyone my own age. At first I just couldn’t understand why this was. I think we’re probably viewed as too pushy to attract a young Japanese man, especially when they’re shy and the language barrier is another hurdle to overcome.

For my single girlfriends in Japan it’s really hard to find a partner, and it’s a strong single woman who can live like this without starting to feel unattractive. Having already found the man of my life I’ve been even less likely to be in a situation to get close to any single Japanese males my own age, let alone test any of my theories... so I viewed this evening as an opportunity get closer to the truth ! I know plenty of older Japanese men and women, and Japanese girls my own age.. but I never get to speak to any young men.

We arrived at the restaurant fashionably late and were introduced to three young, scrubbed, good-looking men who worked at the same web company as our hostess-match-maker, Yoko. There was something innocent and boyish about them. After the initial awkward introductions we were seated boy-girl, boy-girl around the table. It was at this point that I started to feel kind of guilty for being secretly unavailable, as if I was there under false pretences and would be wasting my neighbours' time. I needn’t have worried, my non-existent Japanese and their limited spoken English made it a challenge to communicate anyway, even with Yoko’s sister as a translator. But once the beer got flowing we ended up relaxing and found we could communicate pretty well. Later in the evening the boys rotated around the tables and we all got fresh partners, which is when one of the guys asked me straight if I had a boyfriend and I felt better once I’d ‘come clean’!

My observations :

Chronic workaholism : All the boys work crazy hard, the boss of the firm (who’s only 33) claimed to sleep two hours a night ! A couple of the boys wore their security passes around their necks, which made me feel as if they were going to pop to the office between courses.

Canine companions : Many of the boys seemed to have miniature dachshunds back at home, and proudly showed us their pictures on their mobile phones.. I suppose dogs don’t complain about their masters never being home for dinner.

Every single boy was extremely polite and gentlemanlike.. there was none of the innuendo you’d get in a similar situation back home, or interest for that matter, I felt more that I was being coolly observed more as an alien life-form than as a prospective second date.

Oh, and the chain-smoking. I tried vanilla cigarettes, not bad.

Conclusion: I had a fun night and the whole thing seemed a lot less nerve-wracking than a blind-date with only one other person, and I suppose you have more choice! Plus it was great for language skills. My friend did exchange email addresses with one very good-looking guy, and has plans to meet up for coffee, so who knows… I did wonder whether these guys, nice as they were, actually had time for life partners, as their whole lives seemed to revolve around work. And with 6 days-a-week work schedules and only five consecutive days of holiday time per year their work must be their life.