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Frank Black

While I agree with your "Fruit Theory", in theory, I must disagree on a small point: You are most certainly a juicy tomato, not a banana. You are a juicy tomato in a land of mostly dried prunes. Dried prunes are good and have their place in the world, but if I know anything I know that dried prunes and juicy tomatoes do not go together. The only thing they have in common, apart from being in this already strained analogy, is that they both can be stewed. And, as anyone who has read this blog for more than a week knows, there is no end to the stewing going on over there.

Having said all that, I am one who would generally say that you can find love anywhere. But the more I learn of Japan, the more I think you are correct. For a western woman, finding that which you are seeking is doubtful at best. It could be possible, but I think it is doubtful.
The locals are a different sort of mentality. Sure, the odd Yoko Ono pops up, but that is most likely rare. The other westerners are either probably too absorbed in career, too lonely to get an accurate emotional readout, or have just arrived in the country or are just packing to leave. Does that mean you don't squeeze the fruit? Of course not. Go on, give 'er a squeeze...

Frank Black

Sorry for the double post... my computer got a bit loopy. Please edit as needed. :)


Duplication deleted. Yes, I'm definitely not a prune, dried, stewed or otherwise. Although I'd like to think I could have a similar affect if required... :-)

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