Japanese woman fucks a fat weeb Sauce, OP has since then been ashamed and seppuku her thread  https://www.reddit.com/r/weeabootales/comments/92mxox/the_heavily_tattooed_weeaboo_i_dated/ I regularly attend a meetup group of mostly foreign residents in the city I live in in Japan. About a half year ago, a man who just moved to Japan posted on our group that he wanted to attend. He also messaged me and another one of my friends privately. I enjoy helping people who are new to the city, so I met up with him one-on-one before he came to his first meetup. The guy was 195cm (6’4”) tall, out of shape (this will be relevant later), wore an anime shirt, and was heavily tattooed on his arms. All of the tattoos were either of anime shows or his fursona. A couple of his tattoos had sentences in Japanese written, even though he couldn’t read Japanese at all. Luckily for him, the Japanese did not sound strange. He talked nonstop and I could barely get a word in. He mostly talked about anime and his tattoos, so I didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation anyway. He told me he was nervous to attend the meetup by himself, so for the next one, I agreed to meet him beforehand. At the meetup, he was a bit awkward. A couple people came up to him to make conversation. I overheard him start talking about an anime, and saw him nonchalantly pull up his sleeve, stick his arm out, and brush his finger along the tattoo. The two guys he was talking to showed no sign of recognition and turned away. At the second meetup, he was a lot different and didn’t talk much at all about anime or his tattoos. He seemed more calm and collected, so I chalked it up to him being nervous and having social awkwardness in an unfamiliar setting during the first meetup. I met him a couple other times one-on-one again and he became enjoyable to be around. He then expressed romantic interest in me, so I decided to give dating him a try. Unfortunately, he went back to being how he was the first time meeting him. He would talk about anime, point to his tattoos, tell me what they meant again and again, and would translate the Japanese even though I could already read it. Then one night about a month later, we decided to be intimate for the first (and last) time. He was so out of shape that I had to be on top nearly the entire time. When we tried with him on top, he couldn’t hold himself up and his arms gave out. He was sweating profusely and the sweat rained down on me into my face and eyes. It felt like being a turkey basted in sweat. When we tried from behind, his leg kept giving out so we couldn’t continue that way either. Once we finished, he took his phone out and started blasting music from his favorite anime, singing it at the top of his lungs for all my neighbors to hear. Despite my misgivings about the relationship, I went on one more date with him. Our contact became sparse after the date, and a week later, I officially broke it off with him. I never saw him at a meetup again and none of my friends heard from him either. I hope he will find the otaku of his dreams during the remainder of his time in Japan.