For the records

Oh, lordy, please don't tell me I have another crazy upstairs neighbor.

Last night, I flashed back to the insane old man who once rang my doorbell at 2am because he thought he heard gunshots (the same old man who used to do 1/2AM patrols of the parking lot.) I flashed back because it was 2:30 AM and someone was ringing my doorbell and not giving up. FUCK.

So, half awake I threw on something to cover myself. It's warm at night so I am often naked, but I found a polyester poppy cover-up I'd bought for bellydance and tossed it on. I couldn't figured out the zipper so I held it closed as I put the emergency lock on a cracked the door open.

Now. It would have been creepy enough to find a young, slightly intoxicated, man on my doorstep prepared to hit on me...It was even more creepy because I knew the young man.

He looked very surprised when I blurted out "You graduated from Matsudo Kokusai!!!" (Matsudo International High School) and he said yes.

I thought I'd seen Eduardo (half-Columbian, half-Japanese) around in my neighborhood in the last year. I never confirmed it because he hadn't seemed to recognize me when we passed on the street and I didn't want to be a crazy former teacher.

So, yeah, he seemed a bit thrown when I introduced myself and told him WHY I knew who he was and where he had gone to school. I've changed my appearance enough that I knew he'd made no connection to the neighborhood gaijin and Kayt Sensei prior to that moment. Still, he explained he was drunk and wouldn't I like to hang out and party and...? I told him I had work in the morning, so there was to be no partying for me. I also asked him WTF a lot.

Yeah, either he was a neighborhood boy who has the hots for me and acted on it at 2:30 in the AM, or there was some potential scam/con/crime going on. Not good either way.I didn't unlock the emergency lock to find out.

"Why won't you open the door all the way?"
"Because...I'm American and we KNOW not to open the fucking door at 2am in the fucking morning to people who ring our doorbells. Goodnight, Eduardo."


I don't know where he went after that, but I heard activity upstairs soon after...which is why I wonder if he's the new neighbor. I sent a few messages before I went to sleep, one to another former Matsukoku teacher to see if I could dredge up Eduardo's last name for safety reasons. I'm also going to try to figure out if he is upstairs and probably, if so, have a Japanese friend place a call to my landlord so there is some record of this.

I am also all out of coffee.

For the records

Oh, lordy, please don't tell me I have another crazy upstairs neighbor.

Last night, I flashed back to the insane old man who once rang my doorbell at 2am because he thought he heard gunshots (the same old man who used to do 1/2AM patrols of the parking lot.) I flashed back because it was 2:30 AM and someone was ringing my doorbell and not giving up. FUCK.

So, half awake I threw on something to cover myself. It's warm at night so I am often naked, but I found a polyester poppy cover-up I'd bought for bellydance and tossed it on. I couldn't figured out the zipper so I held it closed as I put the emergency lock on a cracked the door open.

Now. It would have been creepy enough to find a young, slightly intoxicated, man on my doorstep prepared to hit on me...It was even more creepy because I knew the young man.

He looked very surprised when I blurted out "You graduated from Matsudo Kokusai!!!" (Matsudo International High School) and he said yes.

I thought I'd seen Eduardo (half-Columbian, half-Japanese) around in my neighborhood in the last year. I never confirmed it because he hadn't seemed to recognize me when we passed on the street and I didn't want to be a crazy former teacher.

So, yeah, he seemed a bit thrown when I introduced myself and told him WHY I knew who he was and where he had gone to school. I've changed my appearance enough that I knew he'd made no connection to the neighborhood gaijin and Kayt Sensei prior to that moment. Still, he explained he was drunk and wouldn't I like to hang out and party and...? I told him I had work in the morning, so there was to be no partying for me. I also asked him WTF a lot.

Yeah, either he was a neighborhood boy who has the hots for me and acted on it at 2:30 in the AM, or there was some potential scam/con/crime going on. Not good either way.I didn't unlock the emergency lock to find out.

"Why won't you open the door all the way?"
"Because...I'm American and we KNOW not to open the fucking door at 2am in the fucking morning to people who ring our doorbells. Goodnight, Eduardo."


I don't know where he went after that, but I heard activity upstairs soon after...which is why I wonder if he's the new neighbor. I sent a few messages before I went to sleep, one to another former Matsukoku teacher to see if I could dredge up Eduardo's last name for safety reasons. I'm also going to try to figure out if he is upstairs and probably, if so, have a Japanese friend place a call to my landlord so there is some record of this.

I am also all out of coffee.

Update

Am awaiting a call from a former coworker about eduardo's last name and going to city hall after lunch so my supervisor and I can call apartment landlord and perhaps the police.

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Update

Am awaiting a call from a former coworker about eduardo's last name and going to city hall after lunch so my supervisor and I can call apartment landlord and perhaps the police.

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I do have lovely eyes.

We ended up alerting the police, just in case...and thanks to my old yearbooks, I have Eduardo's full, Japanese name. There is nothing he has done that is illegal, but in case there are other problems like mine it is best to have the info on record.

Our police officer was a jovial good man. I did find the small-talk about "oh, is Wisconsin cold?" on the phone a BIT over the top, but it could have been worse.

I totally understand the disbelief that I could have not seen this student for years and one night he shows up on my doorstep. I have no clue WHY this happened. I never dated my former student or met with him after graduation. I do believe it wasn't about "me" the former teacher...but about either my appearance or the simple fact that my apartment is one with a single female.

There will be extra patrols in the area and my number is on file if I call in an emergency.

And when, unaware of how inappropriate it was, he looked deep at my eyes and commented how pretty they are, my supervisor and I busted out laughing. Had I been through any sort of assault or trauma, comments on my looks like that would have been WRONG, but I had had to bring up how I look going home in gig make-up just in case the dumb-ass boy may have thought he was targeting a "hostess" or any other foreigner who might be on iffy legal grounds.

It was the most amusing police station visit I've ever made, that's for damned sure. I also could have done it solo, but am glad I had Mr.Mi with me.

I do have lovely eyes.

We ended up alerting the police, just in case...and thanks to my old yearbooks, I have Eduardo's full, Japanese name. There is nothing he has done that is illegal, but in case there are other problems like mine it is best to have the info on record.

Our police officer was a jovial good man. I did find the small-talk about "oh, is Wisconsin cold?" on the phone a BIT over the top, but it could have been worse.

I totally understand the disbelief that I could have not seen this student for years and one night he shows up on my doorstep. I have no clue WHY this happened. I never dated my former student or met with him after graduation. I do believe it wasn't about "me" the former teacher...but about either my appearance or the simple fact that my apartment is one with a single female.

There will be extra patrols in the area and my number is on file if I call in an emergency.

And when, unaware of how inappropriate it was, he looked deep at my eyes and commented how pretty they are, my supervisor and I busted out laughing. Had I been through any sort of assault or trauma, comments on my looks like that would have been WRONG, but I had had to bring up how I look going home in gig make-up just in case the dumb-ass boy may have thought he was targeting a "hostess" or any other foreigner who might be on iffy legal grounds.

It was the most amusing police station visit I've ever made, that's for damned sure. I also could have done it solo, but am glad I had Mr.Mi with me.