...ok, so there I was, standing in line at Nikaku, purchasing some EVA
doujinshi that I happened to pass by and snatch up before anyone else could
get it. I didn't bother to read the title or the back, but it was about
Evangelion (which I love), so it was good enough for me.

In line, I started eavesdropping (ok, I admit to eavesdropping on
occassion) to some Japanese guys behind me talking about the doujinshi in
my arms, and snickering. Now, my Nihongo isn't accurately fluent, but I got
the gist...they thought it was odd that "a woman would buy this particular
brand of doujinshi". I didn't have time to ask them what they were
referring to, because it was my turn to pay for my stuff. I put my load of
goodies on the counter, and then the lady at the register looks at
it...looks at me...then back at the doujinshi. She seemed quite shocked.

By this point, my paranoia had kicked in.

Instead of giving in to the temptation to ask "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
STARING AT ME LIKE THAT FOR, WOMAN?!?!?!" I simply gave her my credit card,
paid for the stuff, and left.

Out at my car, the curiosity kicked in, so I opened the doujinshi.
Immediately, I felt my face turn blistering, beet red.  OHHHH BOYYYY!
Scenes of naked Shinji and Asuka, or Shinji and Rei and Kaworu, or Misato
and Kaji filled the pages of the book.

You know, I have to laugh at the irony of this situation (or else I'd cry).
I've spent months begging the stores around here to pick up doujinshi and
sell it, and when finally, they do...it's hentai.

Just my luck.

Go fig.


Thought I'd share that with y'all. Hope you had as good a chuckle as I did
(albeit, after the fact).


- Rena/Maigrey