my little ol' Kawasaki

Just a week ago today, I was riding jr. to 伊勢神宮。I had a big, red rucksack, and my pink and turqouise roller wardrobe suitcase. I boarded the train, stowed my luggage and turned to accept my fate.

On my left, across the aisle, was a matchmaker handler, although I didn't know it at the time. Facing me was a young lady all in white, much too young and pretty for me, even when A was prime. I plunked myself down in the seat facing the angel. A quick glance at her averted eyes above a mask confirmed she was well out of my league.

My knees had once more made way. Not known to me at the time, the micromanagement of the handlers had directed me to my destiny. Again.

As I faced the wrong direction, I was looking at my phone. For reasons which I now credit to the handler, instead of holstering my phone, I set my phone down to my right in the empty seat, and went to the toilet. When I came back, no worse for the wear and tear, my knees had enough umph in them to make it to the far seat, facing the handler, and sitting across the aisle to the maiden's right, my left. Moreover, I now realise, the handler was directing me to the facing seat for a purpose.

As I sat, the thing of beauty stirred. She reached across and handed me my forgotten phone. I thanked her and, as I am prone to do when I forget my phone or take people's photos, let her know my lineage. Many seem to appreciate the irony of me trying to lose my phone. Again.

She bashfully asked if she could take a selfie with me. I agreed, and I realised how my late 93 year-old father felt the last time we went to Denny's in Daytona Beach, and he flirted with the waitress. The angel in white took Our photo and asked me to connect on Line. We did, and my imaginings quickly spiraled down that adolescent highway. Her name is 愛里。

At the next station, the matchmaker leading the way, she alighted. The pitter patter of my paterfamilias took a sad turn to see her walk away, rolling suitcase in tow. Back in the day, I thought, I would have had that pinned down. I no longer had the umph.

She Lined she might be going to ISay. We met in the EasternCapital for our only date. She took me to the 渋谷スクランブルスクエア and up to渋谷スカイ. I recalled my favourite grilled chicken place, which I've been going to since about the time Skye was born.

The idea perculated through the EasternCapitol brain for a few days. I repeatedly indicated she was The One. I was given clearance to ask her, so I asked if I could speak with her father. LoveVillage asked me why I needed to speak with her father, and I explained I wished to marry her. She was a wee bit taken aback. After a thought, she recommended her mother, and the femiNazi in me readily agreed.

There are no happy endings. Only rebeginnings.