  urlLink I suppose it’s not uncommon for foreigners to get hit on in Japan, especially the Caucasian ones. Some of my guy friends, including my own boyfriend, have been hit on by Japanese girls of different types and ages.
However, my friend and fellow eikaiwa teacher had a slightly different experience. One morning J was walking to work. Since he only lived one (train) stop away, on nice sunny days he would forgo his bike and walk to the office. He was cutting through the red light district area when he saw a rather tall, extremely ugly woman with very heavy makeup standing outside one of the buildings. It turned out that this was no woman at all, but a Filipino man dressed in drag, who works for the nightclub/bar “Mr. Ladys” (yes, it's spelled that way). As the name suggests, the club's hostesses happen to have XY chromosomes and have a penchant for wearing high heels. I am sorry to say that some of the “ladies” are indeed Filipinos. I’ve seen them myself. Feel free to shudder now, because it’s going to get...a little weird.
Ever so friendly, J said hi to Mr. Lady. Although I don’t remember the exact conversation they had, I've recreated it as best as I can remember. "Konnichiwa," said J. Seeing that J wasn't Japanese, Mr. Lady answered in English. “Oh! Good morning!” “How are you?” asked J. “Not so good.” “What’s wrong?” asked J. In hindsight it was a foolish move. “Oh, I am very sad,” sighed the Lady.
“Why?” “I am very sad,” said the Lady, “because no one wants to faack me.” “Uh…huh.” said J, and started to walk away as quickly as possible. "Why won't someone faaack me???? " he/she wailed. At this point J probably wished he had taken his bike instead. “Hey…do YOU want to faack me? Ha?” she/he asked. “Uhhh…no thanks.” But Mr. Lady wasn't about to give up so easily. “Oh come on! Faack me! Faack ME! Why don’t you want to faack me? " he/she cried out.
“Uhhhh….No, sorry. I’ve got to get to work now. Bye.” J said, as he broke into a trot and crossed the street to safety. “NO! Come on!
Faack me!
Why won’t you faack me?” I laughed my ass off when J told me this story. I forgot to ask him if he used the red light district as a shortcut again after that morning. urlLink Read more! 
