This article was obviously written by a nerdy douchebag who'd never gotten laid in his life until he came to Japan as a 39yo NOVA teacher and found some hideous 40yo Japanese office secretary who was desperate enough to fuck and marry him and now he thinks his experience is so unique and profound that he's obligated to write stupidass articles like this that point out what's obvious to anyone who's actually lived a normal life. The article would've been more interesting if he'd gone to another haven for desperate, wife-shopping virgins, like Russia...but he's probably a pussy and most likely has what he considers to be a tiny dick and he was afraid of going to a country with white women who might laugh at and belittle him and hurt his feelings. Better to go to Japan, where the subservient, bowing little women will never laugh at his tiny dick or belittle him or hurt his feelings...until his back is turned and his wife's family or friends come over to chit-chat.
The sad part is most of us probably know more than a few guys like this. You can usually find them in any HUB bar in Japan after 8pm, 45-years-old, fat and ugly with his arm around a beaming, bucktoothed whale, running his mouth and trying to lecture any younger guy around him on the proper technique for eating pussy, and you know this fat shit probably lost his virginity no more than two years ago but now styles himself the foremost authority on all things related to sexual intercourse. But I suppose decades and decades of watching all your peers since junior high going on dates, getting blowjobs at the park, getting laid in backseats after football games, humping drunken coeds every weekend in college, getting married to a woman, having kids with that woman, starting to drink because of that woman and kids, beating up that woman and kids, getting divorced and legally separated from that woman and kids, and finally hooking up with the ex's friends so the cycle can start all over again...all the while the author was home with his parents on Saturday nights, painting his Warcraft dolls and playing Magic The Gathering against himself before retiring to his room upstairs and his twin bed clad in Star Wars bedsheets where he masturbates to Buffy The Vampire Slayer reruns until he falls asleep...yeah, that'll do a number on a guy.
Although to be fair, I probably rubbed one out at least a few times to a Sarah Michelle Gellar movie in my late-teens because Cruel Intentions was fucking hot.
He's probably recently married. Otherwise, he could've added something more universally useful like, "Rule #12: Avoid The Face. Teachers at your multicultural kid's school are less likely to notice bruises from body shots, and therefore less likely to report you to child welfare authorities. Same goes for wife."