Stroke of Luck

It was a cold morning in Tokyo. I got out of bed and checked my phone as I usually do. I go through my emails and direct messages.

Kyoko: Are we still on for 7pm for dinner?

I respond.

Mark: Yes of course. I’ll see you there.

I toss the phone down and smile.

I met Kyoko in college, she was the stereotypical filthy rich foreign exchange student studying a semester abroad in America. She was pretty by all measures, porcelain skin, button nose and dyed reddish brown hair that made her stand out. Or at least that how I would describe her to a friend. She in my mind definitely had a few assets that I wouldn’t bring up but would always ogle at whenever we studied together back in college. She definitely wasn’t the brightest, spending time with her made that more than painfully evident. But she had a body built for sin and that’s all that mattered to me.

I always tried to make her fall for me, but she always saw me as friend and someone who was destined to be poor for the rest of their life. However, after parting ways I came up in the world. I got a 6 figure salary, lost some weight and built some muscle. In other words, I had a shot now.

I mean yes, she wasn’t smart and yes I would get irritated from talking to her from her sheer vapidness. But every woman has their major flaws, and I did not come all the to Tokyo, Japan for her brains. Just her body.