Monday, March 1, 2010

Mimi and Yokosuka 1969

My second medivac from Vietnam (yes, I was stupid and
volunteered twice:-) I ended up in the naval hospital in
Yokosuka, Japan. Was wonderful...almost heaven.

You make friends 'fast and loose' because you're not there
long. A friend John Boyd from Omaha(?), or Larry(?)Childs
from Indiana(Larry, when we die our mothers are going to kill us
for all the nasty slagging of them that we did, and trying to
outdo each other...'mattress strapped to her curb
service'), or someone else told me how it works in the red light district.

First, he had to explain what a 'red light district' is to me ;-))

Being that prostitution was strictly illegal...they didn't have 'windows'
as they do here in Amsterdam. He said that the bar girls (called 'hostesses'),
get a commission on the drinks that you buy them, and if they see men 'on the
side' (sex4$), and if they think you're okay for that...they'll sit on your lap and
bounce, or grind(perhaps, 'bounce' sounds a bit nicer:-) their ass into your crotch
to get you horny (Hell, my brain alone or eyes could do that!).

As soon as he explained how it works I, (me, being me) knew what I'd do.

For instance, one night three of us were at the Club Texan, which
was next to the Honky Tonk where Mimi worked (she stole my heart the
first time our eyes met-she's enough for several chapters, or a whole book).

And, there was a lovely lady (a 'hostess') with nice thighs sitting on my lap...
stimulating me. We also had very interesting conversation, but I can't
remember anything about it). Having a few beers in your system while looking
at those thighs, and trying to hold a conversation, let alone remember what she
just a bit much.

At one point, the woman asked me (what I was expecting) 'You like'? She
meant what she was doing...grinding...and would I possibly like...

I would say something like ... 'Oh ya, it's a nice bar, my first time here'.
Or, 'Oh ya, I love Yokosuka', and 'you and your friends are very nice...i'm
having a good time'... etc. Hell, I might even spring(oops..bad choice of
words) for another round of drinks. My friends said that I was playing
dumb. No comment.

The woman would think that I didn't understand what she meant, and
say 'No, I mean 'you like' "...and I suddenly felt more pressure applied
to my crotch area as she bounced up and down. Again, I would give a
variation of what I had said.

Then, she would make it clearer what she meant. Sometimes her
girlfriend might say 'No, she means you like that'...and point.

At that point I would say I was sorry, and apologize for not explaining
my war injury (non-existent:-). And, I would get up and point to a spot
just above my knees, and run my hands up the length of my thighs till I
got to the top. And would tell her that as a result of 'nerve damage' I had
almost no feeling there, and in my crotch.

To demonstrate, I would press her thumb into my thigh with moderate
pressure and say 'You feel that'? She would say 'Ya'? And, I would say, 'see
I can't feel anything'. Then I would press her thumb down hard into my thigh
and say 'See, I feel that'. And, again apologize sincerely for not telling her,
(the eyes being sincere goes a long way; and keeping a straight face), and
for forgetting to mention it.

What do you think was the end result? I got some serious, serious grinding
activity(and even TLC...they felt bad for me-my injury:-) which helped me
to relax even more (putting away those awful memories of Vietnam;-)...while
enjoying a drink, and our stimulating conversation with renewed interest.

The woman may be confused if she felt something hard and questioned that.
I would usually say that 'I'm a marine; I'm always hard'. Or, that I'm okay there
and I have eyes...i.e. my wound didn't affect my functioning there.

Once in a while my drinking partners would get jealous about it, and say
what are they going to use. I'd just tell them I can't help it if I'm smarter than
you guys. Or, cuter (as in the Irish term 'cute hoor'). Think of one yourself;
but don't use what I'm saying(you know I sorta felt like I had copyrights to
it). Or, do you guys expect me to think of one for you too? Be creative.

And, sometimes one of my friends would tell the woman he was with,
that I had no 'nerve damage', and she would tell my hostess. The woman
would slap my chest-was their way-playful. Didn't hurt, and she'd laugh.
And, grind ever harder...and ask if i felt that...laughing One night the other
two hostesses left my friends for a minute and took turns sitting on me and
asking me 'You feel that'? Did I;-))) It served my dishonourable friends right!

But, each night I'd go back to the Honky Tonk and spend time with Mimi in
between my drinking and fighting. I had a reputation to keep up. Mimi didn't
do sex4$, and told me, and every other man on our first 'Never
ask me out'. Mimi didn't sit on laps, (that would have been heaven, just to have
her that close...but, I gave up trying to think of a 'medical' reason why it would '
be both 'urgent' and 'therapeutic'...I'm sure it would have been, but...). If Mimi
was busy (having a drink with someone else) her girlfriends were happy to keep
me company, and sit with, but not ON me. Her girlfriends were just keeping me
there until Mimi was done. I would've waited anyway. They were all a very nice
group of women.

Before I left Yokosuka Mimi met (cornered) me in her favourite spot...the
exit from the bathroom, and angrily asked me "Why you never ask me out"?
She was crying. And, before I could answer she said 'I know you see other
Japanese girls. Don't you bullshit me'. I told her that I didn't like her that way,
that is, I didn't want to go out with her for a sex date...I really liked her. I didn't
see any other Japanese women after we met...well, except for those who sat on
my lap in bars most nights. I thought that if it was a local custom, then I didn't
want to be rude and make them sit next to me. But, I didn't go out (sex4$)
with any.

But, all that's a separate story.

I'm proud to say that during my time in Yokosuka I was a one man economic
stimulus for parts of the local economy. My very first night in Yokosuka's red light
district I boosted the local economy. Obama, and Gordon Brown et al, talk about
creating jobs. But, I provided instant and steady work for carpenters, glass
and mirror installers, cleaners, and rug cleaners who had to quickly renovate
red light bars that I had left in a meet other friends, or because I heard
police sirens, and decided it was time for a change visit another many places
and people to see etc.

I also helped (indirectly)to support those small local shops that sold beer glasses, mugs,
pitchers, and those small ice bowls (convienent head thumpers, but they lost their shape).
Bars were forever in need of replacements, and shopkeepers were grateful for their
patronage. There was no economic downturn in the Yokosuka's red light district when
I was there!

And, I gave plenty of meaningful work to the Japanese police (5 pm-6 am),
and the MP's looking for someone who (some said) roughly fit my description.
I found it good at times to approach them, and ask what was 'going on'? You know,
like what happened? Was there a fight, or accident? More than once, I even asked
them if it was 'safe'to be out if there with fights etc... They just thought that I was a
nice guy...certainly not the one that they were looking for.

I knew that their job could be one long boring night of walking. I made their nights

About the Club Texan, I was only there one night. The barman got very rude,
especially at me, so we withdrew our business. I thought that the fella had no
sense of humour. So we left after...

I was getting bored with chatting, grinding etc, and noticed that there were two
big navy guys (Marines called them 'squids') at the table near the door. I asked
my mates if they wanted another round of drinks? Of course. So, I went up and
bought two pitchers of for each hand.

Then, as I turned away from the counter I saw those two men, and said hi.
I asked them if they were on the carrier (aircraft) that just got in. They were.
I knew. And, I went on like a little boy about how big it was, and asked them,
"Is this your first time in Yokosuka"? It was.

I told them the city was great, and I hoped that they'll have a great time, and
asked how they liked the city so far? One of the two said "It's our first night out
on liberty". So, I said "Then can I buy you a drink on your first night out''? They
were like 'sure'. They were drinking beer, so I asked if they'd like a couple of
pitchers of beer. I said it's cheap. They were more than happy, and said yes. It
seemed like the start of a nice first night out.

I didn't seem like those 'mean', 'crazy' Marines that they'd been warned about.

So, I took the two pitchers of beer in my hands, got next to the table, and gave
them each one... that is I soaked them from a few feet away...tossed the contents
on them (I whipped it at them-I thought that it would feel refreshing;-)...face, chest,
and pants. Then, I upended their table, and was using it to push(crush?) them against
the wall. Their drinks landed in their laps. (Now, that was a shame, and quite unintended').
The 'Law of Unintended Consequences'?

I threw a few (friendly) punches, as we say (just saying 'welcome to Yokosuka';-), and was laughing
so hard that I was loosing all the strength in my legs and stomach, that for once, my friends
had to come over and help me. And then, we ran out because the barman said some very uncomplimentary, and rude things to us, and we had been very good, even 'model' customers until then. In fact, I offered to buy them two more replacement pitchers of beer, to make
up for my slipping and dropping(my excuse to the barman) the beer all over them, but, the barman would have none of that. He went crazy, a bit over the top, yelling at me, and my friends. But, mostly, me! And, those men wouldn't accept such a gesture.

And, again we heard that familiar siren of the Japanese police. I suggested that the other
two go to another bar as I wanted to see Mimi...and we could meet up later. It was also
because Mimi was next door, and the three of us together may not be good until later.
I went next door to the Honky Tonk where the barman, Jimmy was nicer, and Mimi was
there. I asked Mimi if I could buy her a drink, and asked if we could sit up on the next
level (it was darker there).

When the siren seemed to be coming closer Mimi asked me "You get into a fight
again"? I said "Is that the police siren, or the firemen's"? She said it was the police.
And, I said it was probably some crazy Marines getting drunk someplace.

But, the police stopped next door and went into the Club Texan(I was glad we left
as a fight must have just broken out;-).

Eventually, the police came into the Honky Tonk while I was with Mimi. They went
straight to the back where the bathrooms were, and then started to leave. One of the
policeman(he seemed vaguely familiar to me) went to the bar, and asked Jimmy
something, and he pointed in my general direction. But, Jimmy laughed and shook
his head and hands 'no' several times about whatever it was.

And, then the police left, Jimmy winked at me, and waved his finger...'no. no' like.
And then, Mimi got up and left me as well. She seemed angry at me for some reason.


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  2. To Anonymous, I don´t go through life Anonymous. yes they are true...and alcohol doesn´t make for perfect memory.but truth is important to me. ´tough guy´ yes. training in 3 martial arts...and more. goodbye Anonymous