Best Seat in the House: “Tulip Factory”

Portland OR

Description

You wore thick-rimmed glasses and a base ballcap. Your limbs were littered with ink and your hair was just peppered to enough to show me that you were in that age bracket that made my mind course and my face flushed. You greeted us as we walked through and I was thinking to myself “Damn, I haven’t seen you before” I was facing directly in the kitchen from the floor with my attractive friends. We were talking about intense topics related to childhood trauma. Then suddenly I looked past my friend and into the kitchen and there you were: You weren’t facing me. You had this stance about you. Like an intense concentration or trance. Then I saw your hand bring a giant corn dog to your mouth. Man that was one loaded bite. I could not concentrate as I continued to spy from the “rafters” — the gap between my friend’s shoulders and the kitchen threshold. I was that tatted Asian guy who probably isn’t your type or on your team. Just that whole experience sated me.