Friday, May 26, 2006

Appreciation...

As a Western woman in Japan, one quickly realizes that the bossom is more appreciated here than at home. Open gawking is the preferred form of appreciation in place of furtive glances. But the best reaction to date was had yesterday. A beautiful warm day encouraged a bunch of mates to head to the shore for a bit of a picnic. The weather and pasty skin in need of bronzing, deemed a singlet the most suitable attire. Throughout our leisurely cycle many an admiring glance was cast the bossom's way, noticed but ignored as an everyday occurrence. Until... After a quick pitstop for refreshments, and but a few metres made, a vocal passer-by made his appreciation known. Upon glancing at the ample bossom, said gentleman let loose a most audible "hwooaaarrrr", almost immediately accompanied by hysterical giggling from all who were present. The gentleman should be most proud though as this incident provided anecdotal entertainment for the rest of the day and into the evening...

The Evening. It seems that bossom appreciation is not limited to open gawking and men. Participating in a local traditional summer evening event (drinking and eating as much as you can for as long as you are able- welcome to the Beer Garden), a charming lady's acquaintance was made. Fascinated by the many bossoms at the table, she made a grab for a few while offering her own for the grabbing aswell! An absolute character she was a great hit and a highlight for the evening.

Summer: Beer and Bossoms... What more could one ask for?

7 comments:

Vernon said...

It's all just titts 'n' arse! Classic story.

mobile maori said...

yeah baby!!

mkpawin said...

Kia ora
check out this web site
www.safetravel.govt.nz.
may be of help in Asia.
Ka kite
Arohanui

mobile maori said...

thanks i will

St John Nottlesby said...

Begad! What larks! Reminds me of the time, when I was a lad a Eton, when we stole off on a Sunday afternoon to harrass the local village girls. A well-timed "Fwoar" can bring the house down. Not to mention the brassiere!

Miss Ember said...

Sigh! When one is dark of hair and petite of bosom, one rarely gets an ogling here in Ol' Nippon. I only get the occassional coy look from the lads, none of this "Phwoaring" and what-not. Perhaps I should invest in one of the many padded bras or breast scaffolds that populate the shoppes here.

*waves across the miles to Notts* We meet again, old thing!

mobile maori said...

happy to help with the jogging of cherished boyhood memoirs... :)