A foreign woman living in Japan for the past four-and-a-half years continues to remain invisible to any member of the opposite sex.
“I’m at my wits’ end,” says Sarah Kirton, as she enters discount store Don Quijote for the third time this month.
“I haven’t been on the end of a good nanparing for nearly half a decade – in fact, I’ve been nanpa-less since I landed at Narita Aiport.”
Both locals and gaijin alike avoid Kirton like the plague, but often for very different reasons.
“Gaijin here are only interested in the local women, and the local men haven’t got big enough balls to approach me,” says Kirton.
“The only thing that even came close to resembling nanpa that I’ve received since starting my English teaching position was surreptitiously carried out in a crowded train, and I didn’t even see the guys face.”