STUMPTOWN STORIES

episode 11

She knew it was time for her to go but there was something keeping her there. His T-shirt smelled like him and his eyeglasses rested by the bed. This was a familiar place. His bed, his room and the large windows with a view of an unlit Ferris wheel in the early morning. It all became a dream that she was now living and no longer sleeping through. They had only met hours before, over the course of many cheap tequila shots and meaningless soft-rock music. That bar smelled like a cat urinated on her grandmother's smokey couch in New England. As they walked back to his place, he said she was the one he had been waiting for. She asked him what about their meeting she should tell their future grandchildren, as to imply that they were about to embark on, not only a life-altering event, but essentially seal the rest of their lives together, forever. He didn't try to kiss her until they reached his couch. There, she saw a small link into his hidden, obscure life. They didn't see each other naked and bare that night or morning. They slept and spoke to each other for hours, between sleepy intervals of exhaustion or lustful fits of passion. Their attraction to each other was evident and they both knew and agreed that they really needed someone to hold and be held by. He called it off the next day.

WILL SUE WORK OUT HER DESPERATE NEED TO CUDDLE? WILL ROQ ROQ WORK THROUGH HIS ATTRACTION/REVULSION FOR WOMEN WHO LOVE TOO MUCH? WILL SUE'S GRANDMOTHER HAVE HER CAT PEE SMELLING SOFA CLEANED? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF "STUMPTOWN STORIES"

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