[FM] The story of my clarinet teacher

Obligatory trigger warning… this story contains some gray area stuff that might not be everyone’s cup of tea. You’ve been warned. Also sorry this is LONG.

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When I was in elementary/junior high school, I was in band. I played the clarinet, and had enough aptitude that if I actually practiced, I could be good. But like most kids that age, I really didn’t have the discipline to do so. So my parents signed me up for professional lessons, which took place on Wednesdays or Thursdays after school in a spare classroom at the junior high. The teacher, Mr. S, was a fairly young guy; though he seemed old to me at the time he couldn’t have been more than 30. He wore a dress shirt and slacks, the same pair every time, as if he didn’t have more in the way of wardrobe items. His brown hair was tightly curled against his skull and always either glisteningly gelled down or frizzed out like a brillo pad. His face had the acne-scarred texture of an orange rind. Although he was conventionally proportionate and I couldn’t pick out anything specific about his appearance that was off-putting except his skin, he kind of gave off this strange vibe that made me slightly uneasy. Not always, but sometimes the way his brown eyes would glint with an unnamed intensity would catch me by surprise. At the time, I had the child-like thought that he could tell I was lying about practicing, and that’s why his gaze would pierce through me while I played. But if so he never explicitly called me out on it.

[FM] Hot summer Tokyo night fling with a stranger Part 2

[Here’s a link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qn6fp/fm_hot_summer_tokyo_night_fling_with_a_stranger/)

After we had sex, my hangover returned in full force. I wasn’t just drunk from the raw animal fucking, I still might have been drunk from the alcohol, too. I couldn’t quite believe that I had just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger after a wild night roaming around Tokyo. James had passed out immediately. I felt a guilty pang thinking about Stephen, this nice guy I’d started to see back home. We weren’t technically exclusive, but I wondered if I had to disclose this one night of drunken sex. If it was just a one time thing… My head pounded, and I just didn’t have the faculties to think clearly, so I just went back to sleep.

[FM] Hot summer Tokyo night fling with a stranger

100% True.

This happened last summer. I was in Tokyo on a trip that was meant to combine work and leisure, but my travel buddy got the dates wrong and wasn’t going to show up for several days.

The first night I flew in, I was still freshly disappointed from the mixup, and on top of that had a deadline to hit. So I checked into my tiny airbnb and then hit a cafe and cranked my work report out over the course of several hours. I finally finished up too late for the restaurant I had in mind, or any of the exploring I’d imagined doing. I went back to my room and thought about going to sleep. But then I shook that off. I was determined to have some fun after the lackluster day. I decided to go out to a bar and just get a drink or two. Who cares if I was by myself?

I fixed up my hair and put on a little black dress and a suede jacket, and headed out. I was staying in Shinjuku, which famously has a little block that has the most micro bars per square foot of anywhere in the world, called Golden Gai. I was nervous as I walked out the door, but a little excited once I felt the energy of the neon lights and pulsing city and the possibilities of the night.