Mac-san, lolllll

I’m so used to being complimented that not complimenting me might actually feel refreshing. I think. It’ll be more fun that way. —Paper Airplane, who gets looked down on not only by his daughter but also by the women at the club

I’m BB7. I’ve never felt pleased about being complimented by women doing papa-katsu (compensated dating in Japan). I just think, “Yeah, right,” to myself—and it actually puts me off. Whether they’re complimenting me sincerely, lying, or just flattering me, I can usually tell from their facial expressions, eyes, and everyday attitude. That said, strange men like me are probably in the minority. Most men would likely be happy if you treated them and spoke to them as though they were special. Also, I was disappointed to realize that you’re the kind of woman who would call someone an “old man” here, even though you seem like someone who could be in a salon—or something along those lines. Anyway, good luck.

moncler I’m baffled as to how anyone can read this as “Moncler.” You don’t touch your tongue for the “r,” do you? I don’t think it could ever be pronounced “Moncler” in English. If you had to render it in Japanese, wouldn’t it be closer to “Monclair” or “Monclew”? Sorry if I’m talking nonsense—I only graduated from middle school m(__)m Anyway, leaving that pointless reply aside, complimenting men is difficult, isn’t it? I’ve never met a woman who was particularly good at it. I’m not the type who enjoys being complimented myself, either. The only time I was genuinely happy was when a woman kept giving me long Magikarp kisses while saying, “You always smell so good. Even your breath is odorless. I’ve never met a papa like you before.” So, if you come across a papa with both strong underarm odor and intimate odor, plus extremely bad breath, tell him: “You always smell so good. Even your breath is odorless. I’ve never met a papa like you before♡” Then give him a Magikarp kiss. I’m sure he’ll increase your allowance. —Loser Guy