久留米の爪切り
While climbing the mountain path, my friend developed a theory. He had broken up with his girlfriend of two years, but he suspected that she had already found another man. The timing of her breakup right before her birthday made him think that she intended to spend her birthday with this new man. "It's like Conan. Like Kindaichi. Like Philip Marlowe. In other words, like a great detective," my friend said. I listened to his theory with half an ear as we walked. It was completely unrelated to me. I had seen a photo of his girlfriend once, and my honest impression was that she looked like an okame, which seemed to offend my friend, so he hardly talked about her until they broke up. It was hot, and sweat was dripping down. Bird droppings even landed on my wide-brimmed hat. My friend, who had too much unused paid vacation time planned for a trip with his girlfriend, invited me to go hiking again shortly after our last hike. Oh well. I usually have nothing to do on my days off anyway. "I started using a dating app, but I'm not getting any matches at all." "That's how it is. I'm the same way." "I wasted money on it." "There's a feature to view popular male members' profiles. Have you seen it?" "No. Are you looking at men instead of women?" "I was curious because I wasn't getting any matches. It's amazing. Doctors, lawyers, executives, managers, people our age or younger with completely different salaries." "There's no way we can compete with that." "Tall handsome men with bright white smiles in their profile pictures, luxury cars, rugged SUVs, crisp suits, perfectly toned bodies from the gym, hobbies like futsal, fishing, camping, having fun with a large group of friends..." "Stop it already." "Well, we wouldn't match with those guys anyway." "Is there a dating app for introverts?" "I don't think so. But if you don't choose your partner, you can probably make it work. If you don't choose based on age, looks, body type, or personality..." "I still want to choose. I don't want a fat ugly evil old lady." "Yeah." "I just want someone normal." "But the definition of normal varies for each person." We had this kind of never-ending conversation as we reached the mountaintop, boiled water with a burner, ate cup ramen and two rice balls, drank coffee after the meal, and had some chocolate before descending. We visited a shrine on the way and prayed for good relationships, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the gods were telling me it was a lost cause. We went to a hot spring to freshen up from sweating, and then we looked around the shopping mall until it got dark and we got hungry. We ended up going to Nakau, a chain restaurant that wasn't very familiar in Fukuoka. We ordered a set of parent and child bowl and small hai-kara udon from the ticket machine. We ate them on the sofa. It tasted like a typical chain restaurant. The parent and child bowl and udon seemed like something you could buy at a supermarket and recreate at home, with a normal taste. It was just... normal.

