One day he and Paula invited me to meet Phil's friends at the store. As I crossed the door I felt their eyes on me. Those were not the 'we are checking if you're hot' looks, certainly.
After a brief talk about our favorite series (and several attempts from them to sell me an overpriced 40 cm-tall Mazinger), I asked them if they liked Japanese literature (a couple of them were studying literature). I was not a good idea. They gave me a strange look, as if they were saying 'we're talking about anime in here, not books!' (as if Manga weren't books!). I changed the subject, and after a while I left for a class.
Some days later, I ran into one of Phil's friends in the Faculty. He was with other guy. As I walked away, I heard the following.
'Isn't she the girl you told me about the other day?' he asked.
'Yeah, the one that isn't otaku enough'.
First and foremost: otaku enough? What the hell was that?! Are there requisites to be an anime/manga fan? At first, of course, I was outraged. How was possible that saying that you like Haruki Murakami, for instance, makes you less otaku? Then I realized something very sad.
Those so-called otaku didn't know what the hell was a Haiku poem, or why Japanese take off their shoes at home. And I was not fanatic enough of Japan.
I guess they were a case of something call 'beingaposerism'. Another hazard of being an anime fan.