Saturday March 13th – “Another date with “The drunk girl””
For some reason I tried to turn on my computer when I woke up this morning. I expected to see a black screen, but to my surprise my computer started up as it normally would. I couldn’t believe it. It was working! I told the great news to my mother and my host mother. Hiro hadn’t returned from his friend, so I was alone with his parents. I had a lunch date with “The drunk girl”, Megumi, who came to pick me up around 12. We drove in her car to the neighbouring city to find a restaurant. Just like with Hiro, conversation subjects was limited. She had brought her little Chihuahua dog with her, which paced the backseat of the car thin.
“He hates driving.” Megumi said. Which, the little dog later proved by throwing up. We found a restaurant, though I was still struggling with finding a nice conversation starter. The restaurant had a TV, which I pretended to watch, just like when I had my lunch date with Hiro a few days earlier. I told her about my scary Friday and the hell my computer put me through, though Megumi was mostly interested in trying to figure out the name of the drink that was the cause of the whole thing. When we reached the agreement that the drink was called Yakult, she then wanted to convince me that it was very delicious. Not that I was in the same opinion nor did I think my computer cared. [Note: I guess now it sounds like I disliked Megumi, which I didn’t. I did like spending time with her, just awkward at times.]
Megumi insisted on paying for the dinner and we went back to her car where her dog was eagerly waiting. We then drove around a bit, went to a 100 yen shop, looked at some other shops, met her mother and her aunt, which took over her dog and then we went back to my homestay city. Megumi then wanted to go to the supermarket to buy ice cream, which she also insisted on paying. Though I did try to pry the ice from her hands and told her I wanted to pay. Yes it did get physical. No luck.
Then we went to a nearby park to eat the ice cream and talk. After that she drove me home and said I should call her if I got bored, because she had plenty of free time. Well we did have that in common. When I returned home, Hiro still wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Was that feeling disappointment? No way! Though the big house seemed a bit empty without his stupid jokes. My host mother told me that he had sent a text saying he would be home around 21 (9 pm.) I ate dinner with the parents and around 20:30, they went off to bed. I stayed in the living room, with my computer, pretending to watch television, though the truth was I was waiting for Hiro to return.
The clock passed 21, no Hiro and moved on to 22 around 23 [11 pm] I decided to return to my room. Shortly after I heard the sound of a car pulling up the driveway. He was back. I went out to the hallway, waited by the corner of the main door and as he opened it I made it look like I was casually passing by on my way to the living room. Hiro came and sat with me in the, now dark, living room. We talked a little about our day and then… we went to bed. Yes, successful, I know…