So I'm writing about me. So about 4 months ago, I lived in Hawaii. One Sunday, I went to Waikiki Beach. This day was just Japan's golden week, so many kinds of tourists came to Hawaii. Of course many beautiful girls came to the beach. Then I thought I would try girl hunting. I was looking for a nice girl. Then I found a girl. I thought that maybe she was single. After a few minutes I said "Hello! How's it goin'? How's Hawaii?" and she said, "Hi!. . . Are you Japanese?. . .," then I thought, "Lucky". So. I talked about Hawaii and something with her. I had a good time. I invited her to go to a disco or movie. Then one guy came to our seat. Oh my god!!! When she said, "This is my husband. This trip is a honey-moon," so I was too much surprised. An instant I couldn't move or talk. After a few minutes, I changed the subject. So. In Waikiki they have a nice Japanese restaurant. Later I ran away. Now, I thought that girl is a devil.
-Tadao Hayashiguchi (Honda)