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I shall try to define myself in a sentence with a pithy comment at the end:
I'm just an English bloke who lives in Canada after marrying a Canadian lady he met while living in Japan. Yeah, that old cliché.
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Email me for fun and frolics*! My address goes along the lines of Japanese (dot) smoth (@) gmail (dot) com.
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Me:
Hey, do you know what a traffic light party is?
Wife's cousin:
No...
Me:
It's a party where you wear traffic light colours indicating your availability. Like, if you wear red it means that you're not intending to meet anyone that night. You're just out for dancing or whatever.
WC:
So...green means you're available?
Me:
And how.
WC:
Amber?
Me:
You're not actively looking but open to suggestions.
WC:
Okay, that makes sense.
Me:
And that's pretty much what happens each year when the leaves on the trees change colour.
WC:
What?
Me:
Oh yeah, you think all these different shades of reds and greens and yellows are nature's beauty, right? But it's not. They're just the trees' way of letting each other know whether they're okay with other trees hooking up with them.
WC:
Ooooh kaaaay...
Me:
That's why it happens later on in the year. At the beginning of the year, all the trees are green-leaved. They're all available. Like in a new year of university starts and everyone's single.
WC:
I'm not sure that's...
Me:
And then as the year goes on, some of the trees start to hook up, and have relationships, and then they change their leaves, first to yellow as they get used to the idea that they're in an exclusive relationship, then to red when they embrace their monogamy.