Mr. I is the last person for me to meet in Japan.
He is from a countryside of Japan where I have never been.
He speaks Japanese with an accent.
He doesn't know Tokyo. He doesn't like a crowd.
He likes golf and he likes Charlotte.
He believes Charlotte is a big city.
I am from Tokyo. I speak fairly standard Japanese without an acceent.
I don't care about a crowd.
I am more fascinated when I see things in a city like NY.
I don't think Charlotte is a big city.
He is brusque, but has a very warm heart.
He loves Charlotte, and he encouraged me to enjoy the life in Charlotte.
He taught me how to use a car washing machine.
He checked my car's tire pressure.
He took me out for a drive, because I can't drive much and tend to shut-in.
He connected me to his friends before he left Charlotte.
I don't belong to Japanese society in Charlotte, and I didn't have Japanese friends except Mr. and Mrs. Awano.
Men's friends cannot always be women's friends - he doesn't know it but wanted to make sure I have friends.
We stay in touch even he's back in Japan, and he still supports me.
He is nice.
