This is where to meet Japanese women in Tokyo. If you live in Greensboro, Alabama then I cannot help you. About four years ago I lived in Baton Rouge for a year until I got out of there. The whole time I was there I only met two asian girls. One was the Chinese photographer for my brother’s wedding; the second was a Korean girl whose number I got in Barnes & Noble but she never answered my call. She was probably repelled by the gayness that was shining through my subconscious after having read the latest book in the Twilight series. I bought the book in the airport once, not knowing what it was, and got hooked.
If you really want to meet Japanese girls, you have to go to the source. Not Mississippi and not China, although girls from those places have nicer curves than Japanese women. So before you quit your job and travel across an ocean to get here, think long and hard about if you like small brown nipples on a flat chest and a pancake booty. If you can eat pancakes and never get sick of them, if you like the Grand Slam Breakfast at Denny’s, if you often order hotcakes at McDonald’s, then Japan is right for you.
So now that you’re fresh off the boat, where are you going to meet these girls?
If you’re not Harry Potter or a member of One Direction, Japanese girls aren’t going to fall on your dick every time you walk outside.
Full of bars, clubs, obnoxious touts, Chinese prostitutes, and vomit, Roppongi is where hordes of foreigners go to meet girls or guys until sunrise. The trains stop running at night. Drink Red Bull or else you’ll need a Spartan will not to pass out on the early morning train and do who knows how many loops around the Yamanote line.
A short walk from Roppongi, located on the Nishi-Azabu crossing, is a club called Muse. The crowd is old and young. The lighting is low enough on the bottom floors to make the women cuter than troll dolls. There’s a dress code. In summer, wearing a short sleeve with tattoo exposed, the bouncers turned me away. 3,000 yen pays the cover charge and gets you two drinks. If you ever meet a girl who says she likes clubbing and you ask her where she goes and she says Muse, wear a body condom.
A 3,500 yen cover will get you into Feria, a luxurious 5 story club where greek statues piss into a fountain on the rooftop. On the bottom floor you’ll have to scream to be heard. Get lost in the sea of people and commence dry humping.
The free entrance makes Gas Panic worth checking out. The inside looks like a kicked anti hill, and the women have been known to carry incurable strains of gonorrhea, but if you can overlook all that, it could be worthwhile. The gay bouncers will force you to have a drink in hand. Across the street from Gas Panic is karaoke joints. Lead them out of the club by hand and to karaoke, telling them you have a wonderful Justin Beiber voice. Once inside, you sing a song and then they sing a song, then commence banging.
The Hub is a chain of bars found scattered throughout Tokyo. The most popular one I know of is located in Center Gai, Shibuya. One friend met a hot psycho here and went on to date her for a year. Another friend met his girlfriend, a cute 21 year-old virgin from Yokohama, who was there to meet a friend, her first time in the joint. He told me after sex she wouldn’t stop making out and playing with his overly sensitive ding-dong because she didn’t know when you’re suppose to stop.
Several of these are held during the week in places like, Shibuya, Shinjuku, and Roppongi. I haven’t been to one in a long time, but when I first started coming to Japan there were several Fridays I went to one in Shinjuku that is hosted by Hiragana Times. You can drink bottled beer in relaxed environment and mingle with a super friendly crowd. The girls are of a lower quality and your competition will be a bunch of geeks.
On the Street
This is the best. The girls you meet on the street and the girls found in the places above are completely different people. Of course, on the street is the best. I don’t mean street hookers, I mean good girls who still look attractive in sunlight.
You can always pretend to be lost and ask for directions. I’ve met people who’ve lived in Japan for years but continue to play this card because it works. One mad genius carries laundry detergent around and asks girls to show him how to use his washing machine. The guy gets more pussy than Tampax.
Where to meet them on the street?
Home of the busiest pedestrian crossing in the world, I think, right near Hachiko. You know it or have seen it. Every two minutes thousands of people, chicks in heels, chicks with dicks, cross from five directions. On the street people are busy or they’re not; they’ll stop and listen to you or they won’t. Most will out of politeness if you ask a question. If a girl’s face lights up when you approach her, holy fuck you’re in. Keep approaching until this happens. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t eliminate her as a prospect, but I’m telling you: if you get the doe eyes and smiles you’re golden.
On this street is a giant Tsutaya (rental shop chain) building with a Starbucks inside. You can’t miss it. The place is always packed with young people sitting in close proximity together making it easy for you to meet them. If you sit facing the window, you can strain your eyes to look down the shirts of women below. In that same building there are several floors of people browsing DVDs and CDs. On the 6th floor is Wired Cafe, with free internet and tons of girls browsing magazines. Easy place to pick up something and ask stupid questions to break the ice.
Check out Loft, an interesting chain shop that sells everyday commodities ranging from gift cards to bicycles. Grab a spatula and ask a girl if she thinks it’s a good enough spatula to consistently flip an egg and not break the yolk.
From Shibuya, walk down Meji Dori towards Harajuku. Don’t know where Meji Dori is? Ask a girl. You’ll pass many hotties along the way and you can stop for the most delicious kebab in Tokyo just before the road meets Omotesando Dori and Condomania.
Harajuku / Omotesando
At the Meji Omotesando intersection there’s an excellent Starbucks with a rooftop terrace. It’s quite busy on the weekends and the outdoor seating is ideal. Instead of sitting in a circle people sit on steps facing one direction. You never know who you might sit next to or who might sit next to you.
At this Starbucks, two Philippino girls sat next to me and a friend. Mine was large but offered to get me an interview at her recruiting firm. My friend, on the other hand, later took his home but chose not to see her a second time because she sat on the toilet and took a piss with the door wide open and continued talking.
Also, the immediate surrounding area of this Starbucks, with its narrow streets and small shops, boasts some fine talent. Do have yourself a look.
Above ground and below there’s a constant flow of people between Shinjuku and Seibu Shinjuku station. My favorite place is an underground shopping passage between the two that is heavily trafficked in the winter months. There are coffee shops, restaurants, clothing shops, a book shop and pet fish shop. Tell a girl you want to buy a pet octopus, but you will not allow Japanese guests to make takoyaki out of it.
Intersections are the best. Just stand and wait for your prospects to come. My favorite intersection in Shinuku is the one if you go out Shinjuku west exit, turn right and walk straight down to you hit it. It’s next to the Yamanote tracks, the green train that passes above your head. Underneath the overpass smells like bum piss. On the other side of the tracks is the giant Labi building with the giant tv screen often playing music.
There are several held from spring to fall, including: 3 Oktoberfests, Belgian Beer Weekend, Great Japan Beer Festival. The beer is expensive and many of the people here will act like it’s the strangest thing in the world, a stranger sitting down next to them to have a chat. At least that’s how it felt the two times my friends and I went. Put down the beer and get wasted on Nihonshu and insult and throw things at those with a chopstick in their ass. Don’t worry if you lose your phone, it will come back to you.
Join a tennis club. A Japanese friend said it’s full of older women more interested in meeting guys than playing the game. I wouldn’t know and I’m not interested in tennis, but I’d love to hear someone else’s experience with this.
Join an Event
Search Meetup.com for an activity you’re interested in. The girls will probably be second rate.
Many students will want to meet you outside of the classroom.
During summer go to Kamakura and Enoshima. It’s the only place you will see boobs in the country besides at Robot Cafe. The sea water is filthy so keep your mouth shut.
Yoyogi park is one big party during the ever so short week they’re in bloom. When things are dying down and people are leaving, invite your girl of choice to a nearby bar, maybe the Hub, for example. Build more comfort with her and then invite her for billiards. Walk her all the way to a love hotel hill Shibuya, pretending that’s where the billiards tables are. If she follows you all the way there, she’ll follow you inside and not even bring up the lack of a billiards table.
Go Back to School
Attend a vocational school for dog grooming or becoming a flight attendant. Bang all your classmates and make a blog so I can read about it. It doesn’t have to be an expensive option. My friend got a scholarship for being white.
See, it’s damn easy to meet Japanese girls in Tokyo, the best girls in the world. Where else is the world is a higher concentration of talent than Shibuya? And it’s not hard to talk to them once you grab your nuts and apporach. All you have to do is talk about what you’ve seen or done in their country, which is so freaking easy when you first get there because everything is amazing.
“Hey, I just ate sushi and on the sushi belt I saw the biggest apples of my life. Is it normal to eat apples with sushi? They look much more delicious than those in America. They look as red and as lush as the one given to Snow White. Hey! I heard the best apples are from Aomori. Is that true? Oh, no shit, you’re from Aomori? Wow, what are the odds? Oh my gosh, Shisa god of Okinawa, look at the time. It’s Sunday. I almost forgot I have to meet a friend, buy some bread, and feed the turtles in Ueno park. We should eat Aomori apples together sometime. Give me your Line ID. Cool. Talk to you later. Bye.”
If you don’t have a rambling mind or enough life experience to ramble yet, read Day Bang.