Russian

I promise this'll be the last post of the day, but this is a story worth telling.

So, I'm on the train, on the way home from work the other night with Ked and Matt. It's only a 7 minute ride. This old Japanese man walks by staring at me and pauses at the other end of the carriage. I can feel him still staring and look in the opposite direction and figure, maybe he isn't actually staring at me, but at the Japanese girl sitting close by. He kind of walks back and hesitates.

Then when the train arrives in Utsunomiya he stands in front of me before I even have the chance to get up and says, "Are you Russian?" I didn't hear what he said so just kind of stared at him, so he repeated the question and I then replied, "No." "Oh," he says, "You really look Russian." Then gets off the train and walks quickly away.

I'd be completely confused if I didn't know that pretty much all of the Russian women over here are prostitutes or work in the hostess bars. So chances are he was looking for some company for the evening. Either that, or a bride. (This could be the one Mom!)

We do however have one student at my school who has a Russian mail-order bride and isn't at all ashamed about it. One day I had this man in a lesson and he said his wife was taking a demo lesson on the multi-media television. So as soon as the bell rang, I ran out of the room to try and catch a glimpse of her...and well, she was certainly dressed like a call girl. That however, was an entirely different story from what I started out telling.