“I was kind of hoping to get with a guy from a high-class European car company,” explains 32 year old investment banker Brigette LeCras. “But those guys don’t want an independent woman with sensible underwear sitting in the passenger seat of their fancy car. They’re more likely to go for a Japanese woman, too. I wish them well in having deep and enriching conversations with the local babes.”
We’re sitting in a swanky Naka Meguro cafe on a Sunday morning. LeCras sips a hibiscus tea, the cafe’s speciality, as she describes the life (her life) of a busy career woman working in the finance sector in Tokyo. After a few brief sentences about her college background and the current nine-to-five grind, the conversation somehow gets funnelled into the perennial elephant in the room.
“I know a few guys who I line with regularly,” she says. “I make twice as much money as them, and I’m older than almost all of them. I’d just… I’d just prefer not to end up wearing a ring worth $50. It may look sweet in movies, but a poor boy’s not going to pay for a week in Tahiti. I don’t need a romantic dinner at Denny’s either. But, the only guys on the market here are all about that. They’re all low market dick swingers. They live in Tokyo because they don’t need a car, they can drink irresponsibly, and they can have sex irresponsibly here too. I do know a couple of language teachers with some get-up-and-go, but they channel their energy into online content creation. Their minds are continuously focused on filming some obscure location that some other self-styled travel show host hasn’t stumbled upon. It’s really hard to have a conversation with those guys, as they’re always slowly looking around for potential spots to film.
“What future do these guys have when they wear out their welcome here and move back home?” muses the reasonably attractive Californian. “Do they pursue their content creation dreams while living out of a van, refusing to face reality? Do they all get jobs working for the local government where they record stuff like births, deaths, and land transactions? Do they still need a human to do that these days? A younger poor guy can satisfy me for a few months, but only the promise of a big house and an annual vacation to somewhere decent will continue to moisten my knickers. That’s not just the way I feel, by the way. That’s a simple psychological phenomenon. It’s the way it’s always been. Like everyone these days, I’ve got a Venn diagram for my ideal partner. I’ve got a circle for physical desires, and a circle for financial desires. Any serious boyfriend of mine needs to be in that overlapping zone.”
At this point, LeCras checks herself. “Oh! Did I just say that a serious boyfriend needs to be in that overlapping zone? Well then, let me just adjust my sights and focus on something non-serious. I’ve got an itch that needs to be scratched. That’s a non-STD kind of itch, mind you. I ought to be lining one of those language teachers who I’ve been stringing along for a few months. Then again, I guess I could just be getting along to a foreigner-friendly joint like The Hub or What The Dickens and looking out for a guy counting his change at the bar, and I’ll ask him to buy me a drink, and demand that he give me 100% of his attention. Hopefully his personality will fit mine, so that I can experience some erotic pleasure and passion, for a month or two anyway.”
