The Story of How I Counted Exactly Three Peaks in My Life

Today I am participating in Miku Mayutan's project!
I've exhausted all my self-deprecating stories, and just as I was running out of decent material, this project came along.
I have no choice but to do it! (gulp)

#TalkingAboutMyselfIsFun

They say there are three peaks of popularity in a person's life.

That said, I have almost no memories of being popular.

Taking this opportunity to think back seriously... it actually happened.


But they were all so fleeting, just mere points, rather than a peak.

Popularity points.

Yes, there were exactly three popularity points.

Point 1

That was when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school. Next to the classroom for 5-1 was the audiovisual room, an empty room that no one used when it wasn't needed for class.

While walking down the hallway during lunch break, I heard a girl's voice coming from that audiovisual room.

I wondered if someone was in there, so I stopped and listened, and it seemed like two girls from my class were talking.

From their voices, I knew it was Eri-chan and Emi-chan.

I wondered what they were talking about, and my heart skipped a beat when I heard my own name. It seemed Eri-chan liked Miton.

Since that was the first time something like that had happened, I left the spot immediately, afraid that if they caught me eavesdropping, it would be bad.

From then on, every day was incredibly fun. When would Eri-chan confess to me? She did always give me cookies on Valentine's Day, didn't she?

Oh, maybe we just made eye contact.

What should I do?

|However|

I waited and waited, but Eri-chan never confessed to me, and before I knew it, I had turned 42.

Point 2

When I became a university student, I met a female student at my part-time job. She was a little older and was the type of girl with heavy perfume and makeup that I wasn't good with. The job was recording events and academic conferences at a national conference hall. When the perfume-wearing girl I met for the first time that day found out I was a Kyoto University student, her eyes lit up and she started hitting on me.

As someone who loves the thrill of the chase in love, I was completely put off by my first experience of being the one pursued. After being aggressively asked for my email address and invited on a date, I consulted my then-girlfriend, Kunoichi-tan.

"I don't really know what's going on, but I've been asked out on a date," I said. Kunoichi then gave me the green light as lightly as a mother sending her child off to ski school, saying, "Go for it. It'll be a good experience." And so, the date was carried out.

To put it mildly, the date was not fun. We watched Mystic River together, but I truly felt like I was lost in a deep forest. At the cafe after the movie, no matter how much coffee I drank, my throat wouldn't stay hydrated, and even though he bought us matching Barbapapa straps because he said perfume-wearing girls like them, I couldn't help but want to buy Curious George merchandise, which Kunoichi loved so much.

Perhaps the other person felt awkward spending time with me when my heart clearly wasn't in it, so we parted ways early.
After that, I apologized politely and never saw him again.

Point 3

After I became a working adult, I was struck by the cool, capitalist-hammer-like words of my girlfriend of five and a half years, S-chan, who told me, "A relationship is, in short, a contract." With my heart broken, I said goodbye.

I enjoyed being alone for a while, but I felt so lonely that I registered for my first-ever dating site.

Soon after registering, I started communicating with Person A, who said they were a school teacher; Person B, a programmer at a super-famous game company; and Person C, an office worker in Tokyo.

I went on one date with Person A, who was the quickest to act, and received the kind words that they wanted to see me again. In the meantime, I also arranged to meet Person C, and I fell in love at first sight with the photo they sent me.

In the end, I sent rejection messages to A and B and decided to meet C. I never thought a situation where I had to choose one person out of three would happen in my life.

Person A was a kind person who cried and wished for my happiness. I pray from the bottom of my heart that they are happy now.

Person B berated me with words three times as harsh as I expected. As expected of the Bandai of Gundam fame.

After watching the cherry blossoms at Shinjuku Chuo Park on my first date with Person C, I confessed my feelings over the phone that night.

Fortunately, I got an OK, and we met up for our second date.
I couldn't clearly remember their face, so I ended up looking around anxiously in front of the Hachiko statue.

I married that Person C, and here we are today.

By the way, I wrote an article about the second point shortly after I started using note.
I rewrote this story about twice and had a hard time getting it out, but reading it now, the writing feels stiff.
And I was surprised that Yuttan read it!🥰

I've wanted to rewrite this for a long time, and it finally came true. Thank you, Mikumayutan-san, for the wonderful project!

And for the eye-catching image, I had Copilot draw a popular man, and this is how it turned out. That's intense!

Today's unsolicited article introduction is for N.O.T.E.-san.
It is the imperfect human who saves the world.
Thanks to N.O.T.E.-san, who always gives me wonderful energy.