“Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you’re not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I’d probably go to pieces.” - Haruki Murakami, “On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning“
“I’m pretty sure I had a weirder day than you… I was walking to the station and this chick comes up and just starts talking to me. Yeah, I guess she was cute? I don’t know, maybe a 5… Anyway, she starts telling me about this Muramasa guy and some story he wrote. No idea where she was going with all this. And at the end, she gave me this look, like I was supposed to say something, and I was like ‘oh shit, do I know her from somewhere? did I meet her at work or something?’ But no, just some random person off the street—is that a San Francisco thing? I don’t know…like I said, it was weird. But yeah, I’ll probably never see her aga—OH MY GOD, THAT’S HER. SHE JUST—no, I’m just fucking with you.”
Yeah, um, he’s probably not the 100% perfect boy for you. Sorry.
Okay, it’s a bit of a short piece from me today. I felt like I wanted to clarify exactly how my piece yesterday differed from Murakami’s original. Now between the quote and this blurb, maybe it’s just over-explained. Ah, well.
(But it’s definitely in line with the first year’s “Reciprocity”.)
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