I wonder if women's body constitution change when they became pregnant. Recently, I got a call from my older sister rather unexpectedly. "Hallo? Goro? Aoki kun (Her husband. Apparently, she still calls him like this even after she got married.) is off from his work today and we are just hanging around at home do nothing. By the way, have you had a dinner yet?" Obviously, she wants me to take her out for a dinner. "Ah, I have nothing special to do either. Would you like to go to a dinner?" "Well, that's nice but my belly is so big now that I don't want to ride trains..." Off course, this means that she wants me to pick her and her husband up by my car.
It was our first time in 6 months to see each other. My older sister's appearance changed so much that I almost couldn't recognize her. Her belly was bigger than I have imagined. "I want to eat meat." That was her request. We went to a nice Teppanyaki place (Japanese style Stake House). By watching my older sister eating a whole 200 grams (8-oz) of sirloin, I was really impressed by the greatness of women. Naturally, the subject of conversation was the baby on the way. While watching my sister and her husband being getting along very well, I was wondering how my parents were when there were in their twenties. Probably, everyone start like this an innocent "little family". (Go for it!)
"Marriage" comes to my mind when I think about "family". I wonder if I will never have any chance getting married in my life... What if I get married? ... If, if that happens, it will be like a creation of new breed, like wines and cats, resulted from sudden mutation. It will not be the marriage after the long years of nurturing love. Rather, it will be more like a sudden mutation, such as love at the first sight.
Most of men have the experience of encountering to "an angel" wearing a glorious veil walking from the other side of the street . She is the perfect woman in my mind. Not only the appearance but also the air around her is perfect. The time inside me stops. The scenery became slow motion and the power goes away from my body. I am losing myself. The angel slowly passes by me. I turned my head toward her as if I was drawing to her. At the same time, the time came back as before and the angel was melted away in the city. Then, I somehow look my watch calmly to check the time. I passed with the angel on this time of this day in this month...then, she might pass here next week the same day and the same time...this was more or less of the imagination of a stoker. This kind of momentary force might lead to a marriage.
But, if I got married like that, it will be like a movie. I guess I will buy some groceries and go back to my mansion, where four or five cats will wait for me, alone when I get forty or fifty years old...Well, that sounds little bit lonely.