Eight rules for dating my teenage
She speaks good English but still wobbles, so her husband, Taka, joins us.
They’re one of those sweet and unassuming couples that exist just to radiate koala-like gentleness.
After lunch we walk out into the afternoon, our friendship nearly done.
Every day in Japan, it seems, some weird new appetite is identified and gratified.
There are cats to rent, after all, used underwear to purchase, owls to pet at owl bars.
Cuddle cafés exist for the uncuddled, goat cafés for the un-goated.
She has been paid to cry at funerals and swoon at weddings, lest there be shame over a paltry turnout.
Last year, a high schooler hired her and 20 other women just long enough to snap one grinning, peace-sign-flashing, I-totally-have-friends Instagram photo.