Upon learning I have a Japanese husband, many women — often western — ask me, “How’d you do it? How’d you meet a Japanese guy?” I often reply with a joke like, “Well, it was dark. I had the duct tape, the crowbar, and the car trunk so I figured why not? He never saw it coming.” Most then laugh, some look puzzled and give a nervous chuckle as they get it, and others just stare, tilting their head in confusion. That was not the response they anticipated. It seems in marrying a Japanese man, I have caught a fabled unicorn that remains elusive and confounding to many. Adding to my husband’s rarity is that he is confident, funny, ambitious, decisive, employed in a great job, and closer to his father than his mother. Not the usual traits of a Japanese salaryman. Several Japanese women have been flabbergasted at these revelations, remarking, “A Japanese man close to his father?” Most are infamous Mama’s boys. In fact, both of us are close to our fathers. Whenever, a situation arises, I rush to skype to call my dad for advise and my husband dials his. Truth be told, our families get along [...]
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