Wavy hair and sharp elbows at the parquet courts show

Portland OR

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I meandered in probably half or more through the opening set, which was a bummer cuz oof that drummer in Automatic was hot. I mean the whole band was, really. It took me a while to figure out where the wristband let me stand, but when I finally did, I was transfixed by you—on the other side of the divider. Two or three times I caught myself staring and felt dizzy while I re-averted my eyes elsewhere before the show began. Was it the edibles? Maybe so. Have you been on my mind ever since either way? Unfortunately so. :/ Anyway, you were chatting with a few different people either near you or in your group, I couldn’t tell. I think you were on a date with this scrawny guy who was your height who brought you a beer at some point I think? You both had brown hair. At another point, you had your elbow on the divider while you listened intently to another woman speak. I don’t know why that in particular was so enchanting, just watching someone else hold your attention. You didn’t seem nearly as interested in anything the man you left with said, though. I was so high I have no idea what you were wearing but if I saw your hair, your elbows, or your eyes, I would know you in an instant. You were so sharp. It felt like your gaze could cut. I know it’s late posting this. I know the chances of you seeing this are slim. If you do, though? I just want you to know that at least one stranger sees something in you, something they can’t even pinpoint.