Note – forgive me for using this faux military terminology, but I think the concept of approaching a woman for a date will be easier if I express it in terms comfortable to me, such as treating it like an act of extreme violence.
Objective: Score a date with my current crush, Emi-san – Nihon no chiisai usagi and waitress supreme. She would probably be the head waitress if Umezono had that formal position. All waitresses work the entire floor, although she is the one to whom they defer and call for support when they have a surly customer, or a dumb redneck who didn’t realize sukiyaki is cooked by the customer.
Phase 1: establish rapport. By the end of phase 1, the invading force (me) will have secured the target’s name. Yeah, I already know what it is. But I need to ask her name, and possibly how she’s doing in Japanese before proceeding to Phase II.
Difficulties: target is fast moving and doesn’t linger. Target is surrounded by actual Japanese-speaking Japanese people, who will notice any attempts by a haku-jin to speak their language. Also, aggressor is a know pussy when it comes to initiating contact.
Battle plan: cull Emi-san from the herd and ask her name. After careful examination of the target’s movements, the best chance for success will be to take a late lunch and pay my check at the register. Emi-san frequently operates the register, so there is an above average chance that I can get her alone for a few, fleeting moments. At that time, I will strike. By which I mean, say “O-namae wa nan desu ka?”
Note 1: Emi-san is no longer working lunch. The target is onto my scheme. Now, I will need to eat dinner early and try to separate her from the others before the rush strikes. In the meantime, I will use my lunches to get to know Yamada-san’s daughter better, both because I like her and she seems to be Emi-san’s closest friend.
Note 2: Yamada-san’s daughter was also absent at lunch today. Curses – foiled again. Japanese women exist to vex me.