Walking into Motown after a three week absence, the bar staff pouring my drink without my asking, expat regulars welcoming me with open arms and familiar little huddles of flirty Nipponese smiling. There would always be newcomers too, some were occasional drinkers resident in Tokyo but many were visiting businessmen. Dozens of nationalities and occupations mingled and pulled, or pushed through the long narrow bar to the latest beats of global rock, pop and rap. I loved the place and moved freely through it. The greater Tokyo metropolis of the Kwanto had over thirty million inhabitants cramped into miniscule apartments and hotel rooms. We expats and expat attracted Japanese may have lived ten miles and ten million people apart but Motown was our watering hole.
This series has been completed and is now a published novel.
This time I am sharing how Jesus Christ entered my life. I was not going to however LulcverDeVil asked me what happens in 2018. I had to respond. Yes, it is very lengthy and probably very inappropriate on this site. But it offers incite to my daily struggles that may be plaguing you, friend or family member. Although I still struggle I came out of what people call my depression without drugs of medical therapy. But I did get lots of blood work done.
Hi it's Emma once more. I just kind of dropped out of site in April without saying goodbye. I have just updated a tiny portion of my Journey in Life. Yes, Mystery Man has helped me a lot. But he also, backed off a bit so, I didn't focus on him in this post.
Hi Ladies sorry I bailed on you without giving you a heads up. Today has me trying to figure out a new road in life. Mystery Man gave me the smack down and hubby is behaving badly. But it is up to me to make my life whole again and no one eles.
"Gabriel is a nice guy, really, he just has a temper. That's all, a temper." That's what Bryce told herself everyday. She knew he loved her, but sometimes it got too hard to handle. She take brutal punishment for the smallest things, and she tries her hardest to make him happy, but he's just... unpleasable.
The girl, she was a beauty, but there was something about her eyes. Where there should be a bright sparkling, crystal blue, it was a gloomy, sad, and misty. Jules was determined to find out why, and as he finds out the truth, he's more than astonished, he's angry. If it takes him 100 years, or if he died trying, he'd get her out of that. He'd treat her like a real man should, he'd love her.
Tonight's post was intended to have me missing Mystery Man and turned into venting about Hubby's lack of desire to have me in the bedroom. I am sexually frustrated and do not have a clue how to resolve this issue. UGH! Sorry, if I sound like I am ranting but, I think that is how I would describe this article.
A ride back in time relating how I picked up male hitchhikers and thought nothing of it. Well until the third and final time. With that in mind you would think I would not pick up men online. Nope! Plus of course I am still missing Myster Man!
I am figuring out why I am attracted to stragers, mostly men. Also, I am still missing Mystery Man and I am the only one who seems to think our communication is normal. I also, discuss Advisor and my Fist Kiss. Yes, I am talking to him too.
While writing tonights post I became more intersted in hubby. It could be his offers in the bedroom he made while I was writing! I am still missing Mystery Man and find it very hard not to bother him. I think though that life is definately looking up!