I’ve seen you at work a lot, but…um, I guess this is the first time I’ve spoken to you, huh? It makes me kind of nervous, somehow.”
“Nah.” I nodded a greeting at Sawatari and asked, “What’d you want to talk about?” I was leaning against a telephone pole at the intersection where we’d agreed to meet after work, thinking to myself. In other words, this meeting was the whole reason I was brooding over why I was such a failure at personal relationships. These bums asked to see me because they were getting married and wanted my advice. His name was Tamura, one of the guys who worked under me, and she was Sawatari, the front-desk lady and pretty much the “it” girl around the office. There he was, walking toward me, bursting with all that youthful energy of his. …I’m not making excuses, all right? It’s just that I started thinking… Plus, it wasn’t like I was gonna die without one. Besides-really, at this age, I was kinda past the point where a girlfriend needed to be my main focus. I’d made efforts along those lines, with varying degrees of dedication, but by the third rejection, something fizzled out within me. But when it came to the opposite sex, apparently I had nothing to offer. I wasn’t exactly short or frumpy or hideous or anything. I graduated from college, landed a job at a sort-of-big general contractor outfit, and with my older brother taking care of our parents for me, I was currently enjoying all the myriad benefits of the bachelor-pad life. Your browser does not support JavaScript!
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