How I Met Prince Charming In Japan


This fairy tale is based on the actual events of what happened, but I can’t bring myself to totally share my life publicly. So I have mixed the facts with fictional elements and told it in a fairy tale style.

I leave it to the listener to separate the truth from the exaggeration.

In the land of Texas there lived a young woman who had become cynical of love.

Her heart had been broken by her first love, a man who had wanted her to choose between him and her chance to go to the Land of the Rising Sun for a year. She could not give up her chance and so they parted ways.

With the pieces of her shattered heart, she left the burning hot land of Texas and journeyed far, far away to the Land of the Rising Sun. She settled into a rural village and became the local magic maker (English Teacher) who could speak in tongues.

Her powers could send the teenagers scattering with cries of “Eigo dame daiyo!” (Not English!)

One day, after venturing into the nearest city, a friend told her of a wondrous witch’s potion shop (coffee shop) where they would have a magic ball. At the ball, she met many local women, but very few men. She was in conversation when a breeze touched her cheek and turned her gaze to the door. 

Her breath caught at the sight of a handsome man in dark, grey robes (trench coat). His black hair seemed to sparkle and he came and sat down beside her. Soon they, despite struggling through each other’s languages, they managed a lively conversation.   

Until the clock struck midnight and it was time to go.

On her way out, she froze, tempted to give him her phone number. However, too jaded by her broken heart, she decided to leave their beautiful connection as nothing more than a warm memory. If it was meant to be, she thought, then they would meet again.  

After three days had passed, she returned to the city and, in a very different part of town, she traveled to dinner with two friends. Had her face not been turned to her friend on the right, had she been looking in any other direction at that very moment what happened next would never have occurred.

She would never have met her prince again.

However, she was looking right at that very moment and saw through the glass window of another potion shop (Starbucks) to where a man in elegant robes stood. He was studying potion recipes (coffee beans).

The shock brought her to a standstill so suddenly that her friends carried on a few more feet before they noticed she had stopped. Without a word to them, she darted into the shop, heart pounding, feet moving of a different power.

She reached up and tapped his shoulder. When he turned, recognition lit his every feature.

Blushing all over, she blurted out, “Do you remember me?”

A wide grin split his face. “Of course.”

She grinned back.

Her friends arrived, asking what was going on, and she introduced her handsome prince who offered to buy them all magic potions.  Soon began an awkward conversation, followed by an even more awkward exchange of information and a promise to meet again at a Festival of Light (Fireworks festival).

And that was how they began.

The morale of this story:

Sometimes, if you have a little faith, fate won’t let you down. After all, every now and again, it is meant to be.

And they lived as happily as anyone ever really can…

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When I was in my twenties, I moved to Japan and met a man there. We embarked on our adventure through life and love. I have lived with him in Japan ever since. We want to start a family, but that is proving difficult. I struggle with infertility. We almost had a child, but that ended in tragedy. Now we enjoy each day and hope that one day we'll hear the pitter-patter of little feet and the bubbly laughter of a child. In the meantime, I enjoy writing, love, studying, traveling, and working. These posts are my thoughts and stories of my life here.

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