Hiroko

It is not easy to write about Hiroko. She is just not a typical Japanese woman all around. She is amazingly beautiful. She is stout yet delicate. Angular jaw line with very feminine compoisition of eyes and nose. Timeless hairstyle, which is straight long hair to lowerback length. Broad shoulder and definitely not slim body build however shows a sort of gracefulness because of her elegant demeanor. She never wears fancy outfits, but you feel comfortable and at ease when having her around. She is so square, steady and trustworthy. I guess she is at her late 40's and one of the few very very confident women I have met. Perhaps her confidence comes from the fact that she is not seeking anyone's aproval. And this, I believe, is what she was born with.

In a society with sheep syndrom (if everyone has a Louise Vutton bag, I have to have one), Hiroko's survival is an oddity. She never tries to pretend who she is not. She is the one I can let go my pee and make it as loud as possible and when she is in the bathroom with me. Of course, she knows what to say and what to give so to show politeness to others but you always feel the sincerity. There is no excessive wordings to hide shyness or exaggerate the gratitue, she is always herself. When she says something, she means it. Although her English is not fluent, I can sort of move along her way of thinking pretty good.

Working very hard and very smart, she sometimes lives inside her own world. When in California, I think Hiroko heard Susie banging on the keyboard and swearing "F*ck Me!". She then came to me and asked "What difference is f*ck you and f*ck me?". I was like... "Um... it depends who is on the top...". Hiroko continued, still very puzzled, "but technical impossible".