Girls and guys dating
Japan punts itself as being a very “homogenous” country.
The vast majority (upwards of 90%, I’d say) hardly have the opportunity to interact with non-Japanese unless they travel overseas.
And how do you interact with a nation of shy people who always seem to have their head down and nose buried in a book/iphone game?
Fear not, scratch your head in bewilderment no longer – as myself, Grace (famous for her “My Japanese Husband Thinks I’m Crazy” story) and Martin of Asian Dating Monthly have put our heads together and distilled our combined two decades of Japanese dating experience to bring you these top tips, which will help you navigate the seas of romance in Japan.
Partly because the current financial climate doesn’t allow the latter, but also because I enjoy my freelance, nomadic lifestyle.
I tend to meet guys while I’m away travelling/working overseas and most of them are younger than me, but age really isn’t as big of a deal when you’re travelling as it is back home.
Or read peoples’ emotions where pretty much no-one wears their heart on their sleeve?
If you’ve been Japan for more than 5 seconds and had any interaction with the opposite sex here, you’ll no doubt have already experienced some “Lost in translation” style mishaps from smashing against the language barrier and cultural differences.
Japanese culture is at times pretty much the exact reverse of western culture.
The first guy I properly dated was exactly a year younger than me (we shared the same birthday, I thought it was meant to be) and the last guy I dated was four years younger than me.
I recently found out that a musician I have a crush on is 21. However, women dating younger men isn’t weird to me – my dad is younger than my mum, my uncle is way younger than my aunty and my brother is younger than his wife. Me and my best friends have a running joke that we always fancy hot, younger guys (We’ll always have a thing for fresh-faced indie boys, God love ’em). ) and thought I’d increase my age limit to 39 to see if there were any silver foxes about. You could smell the desperation through the phone – it was like they had their mum breathing down their necks asking for grandkids.