I've been in Japan only a short time, and have been single in Japan for an even shorter time, but I have already collected a few interesting dating stories in this new country. In the interest of protecting the innocent (namely, me).
I won't tell you all of those stories, but there is one story I cannot keep to myself, a date of such strange cultural significance that I feel it my duty to divulge the tiniest details of the evening to you, my avid reader (namely, Tasha).
It all starts with a Facebook, as do most things in this modern age, and a message from a JET acquaintance, the first line of which immediately catches my attention: "Hi ReBekha, this might be the weirdest messages ever since we don't really know each other, but do you want to go on a Japanese group date that me and my boyfriend are arranging?" (slight rephrase)