A group of girls were waiting outside the nurse’s room. Probably for one of the many, many health checks the Japanese school system demands of its students and staff. The adorable girl from Tanabata signaled me to come over. The little 5th grade girls were inspecting each other’s chests. She looked at me and said “Cute-o!” Then held her hands over her chest and moved them outward, saying “big.” I think she was trying to tell me I had nice tits.

For all of my post pubescent life I have the chairman of the “Itty Bitty Titty Committee.” This is the first complement I have gotten on my rack since I was 15, back when the boys would tell just about any lie to actually get a glimpse of a bare breast. Even my mother is embarassed by my unendowed bosom. At least I’ve got the Japanese elementary school girls impressed.

A girl in the 6th grade was wearing a light blue shirt that said something like “Searching for love through groping.” I don’t remember the exact phrasing; I was caught completely off guard. But it definitely involved seeking love and groping. I really hope she doesn’t have to ride on the train at all today.

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On an unrelated topic, I heard this Beatles cover by the Japanese band Love Psychadelico on the radio as I drove home from work. The music video is somewhat eye catching, but try to ignore it and just listen to the song. I didn’t have any visuals to help me out when I first heard it.

It’s so god awful I almost LOLed off the road and into a rice paddy in my little yellow plate car. And this bunch of shit is Number 2 on the Ginza Top 20.