Chapter 5 32-year-old DAY TRIPPER

I'm thirty-two, and she's eighteen... When I think about it, everything is annoying. I'm only thirty-two, she's eighteen...that's all right. We are good friends, no more, no less.I already have a wife, and her boyfriend has at least six.She dates six boyfriends on a normal weekday, and only dates me once a month on Sunday.The other Sundays she was at home watching TV, and she was as cute as a walrus while watching TV. She was born in 1963, the year President Kennedy was shot and I first dated a girl.The popular song seems to be Ciff Richard's (SulnmrHoidcyg)? Actually it doesn't matter.

In short, she was born in that year. Dating a girl born in that year was never even thought of.Until now, I still feel unbelievable, like running to the back of the moon to smoke. Young girls are boring, this is the unanimous opinion of our partners.Still, some of them dated young girls.So have they finally found a girl who isn't boring?No, that's not the case.Simply put, it is their boredom that attracts them, and while they pour buckets full of boredom water over their heads, while leaving the girls without a drop of water, they are purely interested in this troublesome game. enjoying the moment.

At least I think so. In fact, nine out of ten young girls are boredom personified.But of course they didn't notice it.They are young, beautiful, and full of curiosity. They feel that boredom is an existence that has nothing to do with them. Alas, it's finally over. I'm not blaming young girls, I don't dislike them, and I kind of like them.They remind me of when I was a boring teenager.How should I put it, it can be said to be an extremely wonderful thing. "Do you want to be eighteen again?" she asked me. "No." I replied, "I don't want to go back."

She didn't seem to understand my answer. "You said you didn't want to go back... Really?" "of course." "why?" "Because it's fine now." She put her hand on the table and rested her chin in thought, and while she was thinking, she swished the teaspoon around the coffee cup. "I don't believe it." "You better believe it." "But isn't it better to be young?" "I guess so." "Then why do you say it's better now?" "Because once is enough." "I'm not enough."

"Because you're only eighteen." "yes?" I ordered a second beer from the waitress.It was raining outside, and Yokohama port could be seen from the window. "So, what were you thinking when you were eighteen?" "Sleeping with girls." "The others?" "there is none left." She giggled, then took a sip of her coffee. "So, did it go well?" "Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn't go well, of course there are more times when it doesn't go well." "About how many girls have you slept with?"

"Nowhere to go." "real?" "I don't want to count." "If I were a boy, I would definitely count, because wouldn't it be fun?" It's not bad to be eighteen again, I once thought so.But when I thought of going back to the age of eighteen, what would be the first thing to do?I can't remember any of them. Maybe I'd like to date a thirty-two-year-old attractive woman?That's not bad. "Have you ever thought about being eighteen again?" I asked her. "Well." She smiled and pretended to be thinking about it. "Probably not."

"Really?" "pharynx" "I don't quite get it," I said. "Everyone says being young is a wonderful thing." "Yes, it is a wonderful thing." "Then why don't you want to do it again?" "You'll understand when you're older." But I am finally thirty-two years old. As long as I am too lazy to run for a week, the fat on my stomach will obviously protrude.Under such circumstances, it is only natural that he will not be able to return to the age of eighteen. After running in the morning, drink a can of fruit and vegetable juice, then lie on the chair and listen to the Beatles (Day TriPPer).

'℃----yTrmp---- When I hear that piece, I feel like I'm sitting on a train seat.Telephone poles, stations, tunnels, iron bridges, cattle, horses, chimneys and rubbish, all -- flashed backwards quickly and disappeared.Once there, the scenery didn't change much.Although I used to think it was quite a wonderful scenery. It's just that the person sitting next to me is often changed. At that time, an eighteen-year-old girl was sitting next to me.I sat by the window and she sat by the side of the aisle. "Do you want me to switch seats with you?" I said. "Thank you," she said. "You are so kind."

Not kindly, I smiled wryly.It's just that I'm more used to being bored than you are. The telephone poles are also tired of counting. Thirty-two---- Day TriPPer. When I woke up, I...