Portland, OR

Wait wait wait! Do you live in Portland? Then the boys cry! No joke! My friend Cav, who I’ve mentioned here quite a few times, has this strange effect on men. She makes them cry. (Then she makes them crazy until they smother her and she has enough!)

Okay, so I’m not so sure that she is the one making them cry, but she attracts men who are overly sensitive and are always crying. It is a running joke among our group of friends that a guy isn’t really from Portland unless we’ve seen him cry. Every man that Cav has dated since moving to Portland last October has cried in front of her. It’s pretty ridiculous that every boy she’s been around romantically has cried, and I am seriously wondering if it’s in the water.

Other types of Portland boys that make me laugh:
>the Portland musician boy - he’s either dressed in his grungiest clothes or in his Sunday best, carrying a guitar, an amp and his duct-tape covered messenger bag. He probably has on fingerless gloves, too.

>the Portland hippie boy - he’s eating a Cliff bar, he just climbed off his bike (so his helmet is probably still on his head), one leg of his pants is still rolled up and his socks don’t match

>the Portland business (or IT) boy - with his dress shirt, pressed pants and wool pea coat he looks GQ, he stands on the streetcar even when they’re room for him to sit down, he talks on his cell phone where ever he’s walking and he normally has on 3 gallons of cologne

>the Portland gamer boy - black t-shirt, worn out (maybe even holey?) Converse, dazed look on his face, walks into things because he’s playing his handheld Nintendo thingy (I’m such a gamer, huh?)

What other Portland boys do you see around?

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