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Ahhhh... this brings back fond memories. Every word of this rings true, most of which is similar to my own experiences. The scary thing is, you really kind of miss those crazy Japanese when you get back to boring old USA...
I'm not saying I miss having old Japanese men grab my ass on the train and invite me back to their apartment for anal sex during the cherry blossom festivals (I'm a hetero male), but the heated toilet seats sure were nice! And they take rejection very well, no hard feelings at all. Why, the first time I got penis-groped by a Japanese student I socked him about as hard as I've punched anybody, just by instinct, but he didn't take it personally. We actually got along better after that...
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