A visit to my gorgeous Japanese masseur

Very long time readers of this blog may recall B, my gorgeous Japanese masseur, who I used to visit regularly for massage and sometimes other activities. I still sometimes visit him for massage, but since he goes back home to Japan very regularly, just when I start to get into the habit of seeing him he'll be off on another trip and so the habit gets broken again.

On a recent visit to see B, I bump into his English colleague N, who's on his way out of the building where the two of them have their massage business.

"Hi, how're you?" I ask N, "I haven't seen you for ages!"

Indeed, I haven't seen him for well over a year because whenever I've visited B for massage, N would either be busy with another client or somewhere else entirely.

"Oh I'm fine thanks, you?"

"Yeah I'm good. I've got a new boyfriend now :-). It seems to be going well, at the moment anyway!"

"So what happened to the boyfriend who lived abroad?" asks N.

"Oh, I split up with boyfriend P back in January :-(," I reply, with a despondent tone in my voice, "and if I ever see or hear from him again it'll be too soon!"

"Still, you're looking great mate," replies N, eyeing me up and down approvingly, "what's your secret?"

"Well I still go to the gym regularly, ..." I start.

"... with perhaps a bit of Botox?" he interrupts, with a big grin on his face.

Bloody cheek!! How old does he think I am anyway?

"No certainly not!" I answer, sounding genuinely offended, "Anyway, how about you?"

"Actually I've also got a new boyfriend too," replies N, still smiling, "he's a Greek guy :-)."

"Wow, really?" I ask, "I thought you were a confirmed rice queen!"

"Naaaah, I've given up on Asian guys!" replies N, "they're too difficult and they never do what you want!"

I find myself wondering whether he means that they don't remember how much milk he likes if they make him a cup of tea, or whether he's talking about what he wants them to do in more intimate situations.

We say goodbye to each other, and while I'm climbing the stairs to visit B, I suddenly realise that something that one of my old friends told me last May must be wrong. When I met a friend of mine for dinner, he'd told me that becoming a rice queen is a 'one-way street', meaning that once a Caucasian guy starts dating Asian guys then all his boyfriends from then on will be Asian. But since N has a Greek boyfriend now, it's clearly not 100% true.

Although my gorgeous Japanese masseur always insisted that N was only a colleague and nothing more, I always thought that there'd been some kind of loving relationship between the two of them. Indeed, it might even have been the failure of a relationship between the two of them that forced N back up the one-way street!