I’m a newly registered male member. The woman I met for the first time says she doesn’t remember being asked by the club about her relationship type. Is that possible? She asked me what type she was, so even though she was actually a C, I felt awkward and answered, “Maybe a B…” I think many people use the relationship type as a rough guide when choosing someone. What do you think?

I’m Meg, a female member. “There’s no way you don’t remember!” “Quit playing dumb already!” That’s what I’d say to give him a well-deserved reality check.

I’m Kazu, a male member. Maybe she was just playing dumb. As for why, either that’s Mac’s assumption, or she was the type of woman who liked to keep you guessing…

Maezawa from the president’s office here. I don’t think they would never ask about it, but during the interview, the woman is given a profile form to fill out herself. Afterward, they go over it with her based on what she wrote. So, if she had checked “Relationship Type C,” they may have simply not brought it up. In that case, technically, she wasn’t asked—but since she checked it herself, I don’t think she could claim she didn’t know. (The explanation is written there too.) If she selects Type B, they always ask whether it’s really accurate. But with C or D, they may sometimes just take it as is. That said, some women check C without giving it much thought, so they’re normally supposed to say something like, “Type C means this, this, and this. Are you really okay with that?” … The other staff members should start answering from tomorrow, so I hope someone responds here too, although they may only look at questions posted from tomorrow onward… >＜

I’m Flagmaker, a column writer. Since I get myself in shape for the date because I want to ○ex that day, of course I’m going to have expectations when she’s a Type C or higher, right? ^^ Naturally. I’ve just gotten back from an offer myself—the first one I’ve had in a while. She was a Type C woman who’d joined about a month ago. I shaved the hair around my nipples, trimmed my ○ubic hair, and even pumped up before the date to make my muscles look bigger. I was all set for today. But then… “I guess I really can’t do that sort of thing after all. To be honest, I was reluctant to accept today’s offer too… I was actually thinking about quitting. But I’m glad I met you before leaving! You can keep the allowance—we should just become friends!” This kind of thing happens to me pretty often, lol. It’s nice making more cute female friends, but… still. She seemed like a perfectly normal, genuinely nice girl, yet she said she was going to quit. Apparently, every man who had approached her before was only interested in getting intimate from the very beginning, and their attitude would obviously turn nasty whenever she showed hesitation. “It wasn’t what I expected. Is this really what dating clubs are like?” “Unfortunately, yeah… that’s pretty much what dating clubs are like. And for the record, I’m a horny bald guy too. Haha.” That was about all I could say. She apparently knows all the best local restaurants, which was one of the reasons I approached her, so at least I accomplished that part of my goal… Things don’t go smoothly, do they? I drank a Ribo-D Super first thing in the morning and got myself completely fired up, so what am I supposed to do with my ○enis now? lol I guess I’ll keep her in reserve as a possible long-term replacement. Still, I’m feeling pretty conflicted tonight. I’m walking down the street with music in my ears, thinking I might go to a men’s esthe. For the record, I’m listening to Fishmans’ “Ikareta Baby.” Music really is wonderful. At this point, I’d honestly like to get paid for running a papa-katsu girls’ advice clinic—or maybe etiquette lessons for male members. lol

I’m Paper Airplane, a male member. That’s probably just how women are—so it wouldn’t be surprising if she didn’t even remember me. If she had chosen Type C (since there’s less to worry about compared with Type B, and the staff don’t always emphasize the details), then there probably wasn’t much reason for her to remember it anyway. Still, those straightforward women who don’t seem to choose based on calculations are more fun to deal with. Lately, I’ve mostly been seeing women who are closer to Type A than Type B. With Type C, a poor guy like me doesn’t stand a chance—I just get fleeced and end up walking away… P.S. Also, since the COVID period was pretty disastrous, the staff seemed quite desperate to turn things around. It really felt like they were gently steering Type B women toward Type C, and Type A women toward Type B, so things would naturally go that way… Whenever I met a Type B woman, I’d start by saying, “You’re actually Type A, aren’t you?” as my opening greeting… As for Type C women, they’d say, “I thought Type B women never got offers,” and then change their type right away… PPS. Flag Maker— These days, the concentration of women choosing Type C has gotten incredible… For adult relationships on a first date, if the next meeting is scheduled as the one after next, prices have skyrocketed to the point where it’s basically not worth discussing unless it’s dinner only—and even then, the amounts are still low by comparison… They flock wherever there’s a crowd, even for dinner only… There’s no bottom… Ah, I mean, no ceiling! PPPS. Mac— Exactly… Normally, you’d definitely remember someone’s type, right…