DUUUUUUUDE.....

Yep, that's what I yelled last night when I was having dinner at Pambiche's and a specific dude walked by. My friends thought I was a bit crazy, since I probably said it way louder than I should have. But this dude, whose name will forever be forgotten, has permanently sketched a place in my memory. The story is priceless and everytime I will see him, I will have the same reaction.

It all started on a Monday, four days after my return from back packing around Europe. I was jet lagged and a bit down. At the time I was living with two awesome roommates, one who has definitely become my PDX girl BFF. To cure my blues, NJ thought starting to drink at 4 in the afternoon and then going to the Doug Fir to hear angry girl music was a grand idea. Boy did we love our Bailey's and Jack and Cokes. The music was good, the crowd weak. Granted, what do you expect on a Monday night in PDX? Anyways, in-between acts we would go outside to the fire pit and continue are boozing and meet 'interesting' characters, one inparticular, the dude who walked by Pambiche's last night.

Brace yourself, as his description is priceless, and his story just a little bit odder than normal. He is a 'straight' dude that went to Thailand for a boob job. He insisted that he was straight (yeah right) and only got them because he liked how they aesthetically looked. He didn't want to show them off or dress them in girly things, he admitted to trying the later. Oh course, being myself, I had to get a look AND a feel. Come on, you totally would have done it too. He continued to tell us his story of why he moved to PDX. He came from Idaho, where his lifestyle and choices were not excepted and thought, hey, Portland's motto is keep things weird. It's a great quality to have in a city. After another drink or two, he warmed up to NJ and I a little more, and realized we're not the types to judge. He proceeded to ask if in the city, he would find a 'straight' girl that would like and love him for how he was, boobs and all. Remember, we were piss drunk. So of course, we nodded ours heads, smiled, and assured him that he could find someone. Personally, I'm skeptical and still do not to this day believe he was 'straight'. Don't get me wrong, I love me some gay man, but him being straight? All signs pointed to him liking other dudes. But hey, I believe anything is possible. So who am I to say otherwise. Maybe he is just some dude, who likes chicks and wanted boobs. Stranger things have happen, right?