The last night in Tokyo was a blast. A blur. A whirl. I barely remember any events. I fell in love with the city again. A girl I have been into …. I wanted to get a rose for her. But all the flower shops in roppongi were shut down at 3 am…. As I walked outside in the rain…
I kept hearing the age old Chinese elderly women chanting “massagey? Massagey?”
Then my deduction skills kicked in. I recalled that even in the case of Asian massage parlors… They have to at least “pretend” to create an ambiance and allure or an official massage business….
Thus I figured… They would have scented candles, music… And flowers!!!
Next elderly Chinese lady that grabbed my arm… I looked at her, and explained that there was a girl I’ve been fancying and wished to find a rose to give her. I wasn’t interested in a massage, but would be grateful if a kind person would help me….
Sure enough, she smiled, and said, she has roses at her massage parlor.
She led me Up the stairs of a building in an alleyway. Inside, I was hearing some Enigma music, and the lady quickly said something in Chinese to the large breasted girl that came to “escort” me.
She must have explained, as she quickly left me alone, and the lady returned with a beautiful pink rose…..
She then escorted me outside, with umbrella in hand, we walked back to the bar where I had come from, where the bartender that I wanted to give the rose to was working.
Covering me with her umbrella the whole way, she hugged me, and said “I hope my son will be as sweet as you…..” in perfect English, with a slight British accent.
I was shocked. She smiled, and started to walk away. I stopped her, and handed her 2,000 yen (about $25) for the rose. She very kindly accepted, and said good night.