What is the Strangest thing that you have experienced in Tokyo? Doesnt matter if you are foreign or Japanese, Tokyo can be equally strange for everyone.
Me? I wrote a blog about it and listed a few things here:
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That is the whole blog but one of the points I talked about it is:
I was on a train, Marunouchi line on a Tuesday or maybe a Monday and it was late but not busy. The door opened and this big guy is getting on and he stares right at me. He Mad dogs me. I’m thinking “I dont need this.” I’m thinking “Come on man, we have to knuckle up on the train? I skipped lunch.” So he turns to face away from me and despite being on a train with alot of room, I mean alot, seats and everything, he stands close enough to me so that when he started rubbing my crotch with the back of his hand it must have looked super natural to someone watching from someplace behind me on the train. I moved away thinking “hes drunk” and he moves closer to me again. It then dawned on me that this big faggot was trying to molest me in the 6 car on the Marunouchi line at 9 o’clock on a Monday or a Tuesday. At that moment I had a glimpse of why Japanese women, infamously, sit silent when they are groped on trains. It was pretty ridiculous. I ate pizza later that night.
Me? I wrote a blog about it and listed a few things here:
http://
That is the whole blog but one of the points I talked about it is:
I was on a train, Marunouchi line on a Tuesday or maybe a Monday and it was late but not busy. The door opened and this big guy is getting on and he stares right at me. He Mad dogs me. I’m thinking “I dont need this.” I’m thinking “Come on man, we have to knuckle up on the train? I skipped lunch.” So he turns to face away from me and despite being on a train with alot of room, I mean alot, seats and everything, he stands close enough to me so that when he started rubbing my crotch with the back of his hand it must have looked super natural to someone watching from someplace behind me on the train. I moved away thinking “hes drunk” and he moves closer to me again. It then dawned on me that this big faggot was trying to molest me in the 6 car on the Marunouchi line at 9 o’clock on a Monday or a Tuesday. At that moment I had a glimpse of why Japanese women, infamously, sit silent when they are groped on trains. It was pretty ridiculous. I ate pizza later that night.
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