Hi!
I'm a 33 year old guy living in Tokyo since last summer. I read sometimes this forum but I just, finally, subscribed
Until now I dated a few girls (most of them with apps, sometimes met on events), but I never specifically went out in a bar or club to pickup a girl. I think I'm absolutely not a "club" person, but I love Izakaya and nice bars.
Going alone would be a bit creepy and probably not very successful, but if anyone (boy or girl) is interested to join, have a drink and go to a pickup evening, don't hesitate to contact me!
There's nothing creepy at all about going to a bar alone. In fact, that was my preferred pick-up method when I was a 15 years younger and still living in Japan. Obviously, if you're an introverted bore then it's not going to work, but assuming you can be outgoing and strike up a conversation with the people nearby, things will go one of two ways, depending on you:
1) You're a fucking douchebag, in which case you can be Chatty Cathy all night long and you're still going home alone.
2) You're sufficiently interesting and/or charismatic (or just plain hot), in which case you can probably pull some ass that night. She might not be the girl of your dreams, but as a wise older man once told my friends and I during our sophomore year in high school: "Pussy is pussy, you little faggots."
After the life I've lived, I'm a true fan and believer in the random encounter (and the alcohol that inspires it). I'm not actively looking for that quick hump in the park, anymore, but that doesn't stop the occasional opportunity from popping up. Case in point, last spring I was at the big touristy onsen in Odaiba, alone, relaxing in the food court area with one of those massive 40oz beers they sell for some exorbitant price. This was actually my warm-up before my scrub at Tonbo in Gotanda. At the table next to mine, this random middle-aged blonde woman sits down and as I watch her squinting at the menus it's obvious she doesn't do very well with Japanese.
I lean over and ask if she needs help with anything, and it turns out she's some divorced American woman from Texas on vacation with a friend and the friend was off doing some other nonsense that day so she came to the onsen to see what the big deal was. Her being a Texan and me being very well-versed in GOP politics and all things redneck, we quickly struck up an engaging conversation about things that any Texan holds near and dear: Guns, fast cars, how we love Mexican food, how we hate Mexican illegals and how much Barack Obama sucks donkey balls. And to be honest, she was quite attractive for her age, perhaps "handsome," similar to Nancy Wilson from Heart. Not the fat sister.
She's tossing back beers, I'm tossing back beers, conversation shifts to where her hotel is and she's not quite sure which trains to catch back. It's pretty obvious she's got Vacation Vagina and down for some dingaling, even if it means grabbing her ankles with an undersized, drunken oriental racist from the spa bar. But, as I'm a reformed degenerate who doesn't cheat on his other half, at least as far as intercourse goes, I politely wrote down instructions for how to get back to her correct stop and then excused myself, saying that I had to pick up the wife. And let's be perfectly honest: white women generally don't age as well as yellow women, particularly after 40 and especially in how the bodies hold up, so I was probably in for some pretty disappointing/disturbing images when Dolly Parton's younger, flatter sister took her clothes off.
So I instead went to Tonbo and had a a 45yo Korean lady furiously jerk me off while her saggy boobies swayed, and swayed. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, I am.
