#34shigeru

Boy aesthetics 1/? Shigeru. Aries.

Nishimura/Shigeru- he cried on the train. It was just little tears in the corner of his eyes. You think it’s hard to get a man to cry but to get a Japanese man to cry is like, a whole new level. He was an Aries. I met him in December, and the first day I liked his pic he messaged me, we went out and he was straight to the point. At that time he was the hottest most Japanese-salaryman like guy I’d been with. He was the second I’d /been/ with. He was excitable, immature (despite him being the oldest I’ve been with in Japan- 48-49), loud, complementary, and just a lecherous old man but gosh, entertaining him was great. He was just so happy about everything. And it was uplifting, as I too needed cheering up. His skin was dark, his eyes bright. He wore a business suit with no socks. His hair was always slicked to the side and on our last date he wore glasses. They were adorable. He was from Kyushu, he drank whisky and beer, he claimed I was the first foreigner he’d befriended. I kinda believed him. The first time I went out with him we got really really really drunk (my first hangover) and we swayed and sang Bon Jovi in the alleyway. It was dumb but a good memory. He was my least fav but I appreciated him immensely for who he was. In his brashness, drunkenness, and loudness. I hope he has a good life. I hope he takes good care of himself and his loved ones. I hope they too can learn to love him for who he is. All he wanted was to be wanted. But don’t we all?