The scene: Tokyo lounge/club

The time: 1:30am. Last train is long gone.

The location: 10 minute walk from my apartment.

The target: HB8 standing alone at the bar, cropped black hair and the biggest rack I've seen on a Japanese girl.

The approach: "Hi." And long eye contact. I intentionally lower my gaze down to her chest, longer for a time, then smile and look back up. "Wow. Those are amazing."

She blushes and tugs at her jacket on either side in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal them. I move closer, put my arm around her and pull her close, breasts pressing against my chest.

The apocalypse: "You are so sexy. You're exactly the kind of woman I want to take home with me. Let's get out of here."

Her eyes grew large, startled, but she didn't back away. I pulled her close and looked into her eyes, silently, with a slight smirk. And held my gaze. Hold. Hold. Hold.

The reaction: "That's crazy! I don't know anything about you! Besides, I'm here with my friends; I can't just leave!"

"OK, of course, I understand. Go tell them you're leaving; I'll wait here."

She looks at me, looks around the club, craning her neck to find her friends, then back at me.

"Can you watch my bag?"

The bounce: She comes back a few minutes later. I've moved a few feet closer to the door, holding her bag that I'd taken off the counter where she had left it.

As she approaches, looking nervous, excited and embarrassed, I wordlessly reach out my hand and take her by the arm, leading her to the door.

We exit and I lead her in the direction of my apartment. the crisp fresh air seems to bring her to her senses.

The LMR: "Oh my God, this is crazy. I should go back."

"OK, of course, I understand. How about we have a drink instead. I don't want to go back in a noisy club though: let's get a bottle of wine and go to the park to see the cherry blossoms."

"Un. OK!" (Edit: "un" is a kind of wordless affirmative sound Japanese make, like how Americans will him "Mm-hmm.")

We go into a 24-hour market and I make a beeline for the wine section, immediately selecting a California sparking wine that I know is sweet, appealing to women, and easy to drink. I tell her I know this one from California. "Oh you're from California? That so cool!"

We find a bench in a secluded part of the park, I open the wine and we have a few swigs from the bottle. I pull her over to sit on my lap, pull her close and kiss her.

She responds passionately, moaning. I start to get hard and she feels it, grinding her ass on it. I reach up and put one hand on her breast, massaging it slightly. She responds by pushing herself closer.

The freeze-out: I take my hand away from her chest, take her arms from around my neck and fold them demurely in her lap. Then I sit back and say "No, I can't do this. Not here in public. Lets go."

I put her down on her feet, stand up, put her bag over my shoulder, take a step away, and reach my hand back to her. She blushes again, brushes the hair out of her eyes, bites her lip, looks back the direction we came, then back at me.

And takes my hand.

The close: we get to my apartment, close the door behind us and put her bag down. I move close, drop her coat to the floor, press myself up against her, and walk her to the bed.

We had sex straight until 4 in the morning, going through three condoms and the rest of the wine.

She gave me her number and left with a final shy smile back at me as she reached the elevator.

I'm supposed to call her to meet again tonight, but we didn't speak a dozen words more than I wrote above. Never got her name--nor she mine.

TL;DR: Compliment her before the apocalypse. Strong and silent wins the race.

And stay frosty, my friends.