Hendricks Gimlet… Is that Lemon, or Lime?

Portland OR

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The night before the fourth, you walked up to the bar and ordered a gimlet from me. Immediately I was stuck by your big eyes and kind face. I got as much small talk in as I could before I handed over your drink, which could have been atrocious in my dumbfounded state. I felt like we peered into each other’s soul for a moment, so I felt moved to write my name and number on a piece of paper and kept it in my back pocket to give to you upon your return, but you never came back to the bar before leaving. You, mister man, had shoulder-length black curly hair, mine was in a side braid. Where art thou SE showing the fam how to have a good time man? -the bashful barkeep