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Posted on 24th March 2009
Because of jetlag and whatnot, I haven’t had a chance to give a detailed report of my hot rock band Valley Lodge’s recent invasion of Japan (not that anyone’s necessarily waiting for all the juicy details. It’s just that I love to type), but I before I forget I did want to talk about an amazing discovery I had in Tokyo- something called boys clubs. And no- they’re not what you’re thinking. I figured they were gay clubs or something too, but instead they are the male counterpart of girls clubs or hostess bars. Hostess bars are clubs where men go to have drinks and chat with hot ladies who get paid to pretend they are enjoying the whole thing. There is sometimes eventually some paid boning that goes along with this, but it’s not necessarily part of the equation. As I understand it, the main business is just hanging out and chatting and drinking.
I can understand that there is a market for bars where men pay to hang out and drink with hot chicks, but I was surprised to learn that there are seemingly just as many bars in Tokyo where women pay to hang out and have drinks with handsome young fellas with incredible hair. The photo above is of a billboard advertising some dudes for hire at one of the clubs near the hotel we stayed at in the Shinjuku area of town (which- as long as we’re on the topic- was crawling with whores). In the morning when we’d walk out for breakfast, a lot of these dudes were just making their way home after a long hard night of hanging and probably not banging.
I can’t imagine this sort of thing existing in the U.S. I read up on it and found that one of the reasons women in Japan will pay for this service is supposedly because Japanese men don’t really listen to their women, so the women go out and pay some guy in a tight suit and frosted hair to listen to every word they say. Go figure. If I knew how to say much in Japanese other than “You are an incredible dancer,” I probably could have made a few bucks while we were in town. Oh well, next time.
Even more fascinating than the existence of the boys clubs themselves was the presence of the guy above’s photo in front of pretty much every one of these places. I’m not sure what the story is, but as best I can tell he is the Colonel Sanders of boys clubs in Japan. The man’s got skills. I’m not sure what skills, but I know he’s got them. I mean, look at that mustache.
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