Cold and gray and pow, an explosion of cherry trees, two days of sudden sun drying up the city, luring us outside, stretching our lunch breaks to chase a frisbee on the waterfront, jackets and sweatshirts left behind.

Gray again, long afternoons in coffee shops on our days off, gazing at other peoples tattoos, listening to Tycho and thinking about last Thursday's Last Thursday party, working on that website, or browsing that Etsy shop, or inking that drawing, or planning the night out -- the opening at Disjecta, the show at the Doug Fir, maybe just staying in and working on your own thing for a while.

In the background, that little twist, that nudge, that need for someone else.

That cute bartender, the guy on the bus, that girl on her bike.

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But it's been a while, so maybe it isn't in the background. You sit at Stumptown, or Gold Rush, or Barista -- you can't focus, so you clench your teeth, press your thighs together in earnest, and sigh ...

I finger my coffee cup, feeling that familiar swelling, shifting uncomfortably in my chair, waiting impatiently for it to pass.

We orbit each other in this town, invisible to one another, stumbling over these fantasies, dirty little thoughts lingering in booths, on dance floors, at tables, in galleries ...

A touch here.

A kiss there.

A shudder of satisfaction ...

We sigh from different sides of the city, yearning for that connection. Someone to play with, to connect with, sweaty, exhausted, and smiling.

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This is an open ended RP; I'm looking for someone imaginative in Portland who loves this town, and who solemnly swears they are up to no good ...