SatoKM
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When I set off for Japan I was only 22 years old, fresh out of college. As such, I was still of the college mentality, and only three things were important to have: muscles, beer and pussy. Not trying to brag at all but by American standards, I was in pretty fucking good shape. By Asian-American standards, I was a fucking catch. I had a 28-inch waist, high cheekbones, square jaw, the v-shaped torso, could bench almost 300lbs, etc. I thought I was pretty hot shit.
Then I arrived in Japan. What I pretty quickly discovered was that the only females who found me attractive were old women. I mean, OLD...as in, over 70. And they all seemed to think so for the same reason: because I was masculine like Japanese men USED to be when they were young girls. No need to do the math, that means pre-WWII.
The young girls, on the other hand, largely thought something was wrong with me.
"WHY ARE YOU SO BIG?" I was constantly asked. "DO YOU PLAY PROFESSIONAL SPORTS? DO YOU PLAY RUGBY?"
No, I do not.
"THEN WHY DO YOU NEED BIG MUSCLES???"
The young housewives I met also revealed to me another fun fact about modern Japanese culture and mindset.
"JAPANESE MEN WHO LOOK LIKE YOU ARE EITHER YAKUZA OR GAY."
Initially, I refused to believe them and figured they were just dumb gossipy bitches. After all, I was manly as shit. I also ignored the fact that most of the females I nailed during my first six months were fellow expats from the eikaiwa, usually after drunken welcome/goodbye parties at the izakaya, and very rarely Japanese. And then, I started noticing things at the onsen, particularly late at night. The old men gawking at me and then yucking it up while flexing their arms was one thing; the cops stopping me on the street to feel my muscles was one thing more; but the furtive glances and other suggestive provocations I started getting at Spa World at 11pm from obviously gay men (and not even good looking gay men, I was fucking offended) was the last straw.
I stopped lifting weights, although not really by choice since Japanese gyms are fucking awful. I slimmed down and in order to project that "educator" look once I landed a real job, I started wearing douchebag shit like v-neck sweaters, scarves and expensive wool coats, tighter slacks and silver-framed glasses rather than my contacts. And with each progressive step I took toward looking more like a fag and pussy, the correlating level of actual pussy being offered to me increased accordingly. I suppose it culminated with me fucking young girls in random purikura booths in Umeda game centers while the camera snapped photo after photo, looking like a member of that homo group BTS. When I finally escaped back to the real world, it took at least a year of proper rehabilitation to man the fuck up and un-fuck what Japan had done to me.
Go figure. The 80s live forever in Japan.
I can totally agree with you.
I was a very sporty and outdoor type of buy during my youth and early twenties. I used to workout 6 times a week because my dream was to become a professional baseball player.
I built up a lot of muscles and I was in a very good shape.
When I went the first time to Japan, I was around 24 years old and I was amazed that many girls considered an "attractive man" to be feminine and thin. Many girls I met had a kind of mix between disgust and fear in front of me.
Also as the time passed by, I decided to quit the gym and lose weight. I guess to become more attractive to Japanese girls.