Simply Portland...Utterly Devine

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He definitely knew me but I can not place him. That small muscular frame. The afropuff held back by a strip of cloth. The flat, shirtless chest...rock solid like a dark chocolate hersey bar. The barely tolerable high energy. Maybe I didn’t meet him in Port Antonio. Maybe he’s someone I had an altercation with in Negril or Ocho Rios or Montego Bay??? Wiry, very wiry like a grasshopper on crack.

I sip my red stripe as I think.




He puts his hands on his waist and shifts his boney hips from side to side.

I glance back down at the crowd to see mr thickness-in-white leave with a string of fish. Dyam, and he’s leaving alone.

I’m getting irritated because he won’t tell me who he is and he’s getting agitated because I’m not even trying to guess.

It’s too hot for this.

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that's too funny but very, very true!!

I tell you Jitterbug, I'm like dang what's a sista with an appetite for big men to do in Portland????

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“Miss….Miss…you still nuh ramembah meeee???”
“No, I don’t. Who are you?”
“We met at the beach the odda day.”
“What beach???? Wait…WINNEFRED??? Anthony??!!!”
“YES mon. I answer your phone.”
“I still can’t believe you answered my phone.”
“Your driver is my good friend.”

He grabs O’Neal by the arm and pulls him to his side.



“Take our picture, Miss. Me and him are good, good friends. Right??

Driver slightly grins, but remains speechless. I slowly raise the camera and take the photo because he wasn’t letting go of O’Neal’s wrist until I did.

He looks and acts so different from what I remember. I guess it’s because we’re both sober now.

Anthony releases his grip and O’Neal walks away without confirming whether or not he knew this individual. I see him go sit in the car and start eating the jerk pork he bought. I guess his brother is eating also. I think I’ll join them and eat my sausage while it’s still warm.

“Miss, I called you the next day. Yes…”
“What? Huh? You called my cell?”
“Yes. I call to check on you.”
“I saw I missed a call that came around 2 AM…but…how…”
“That was me, but you nuh answer the call.”
“You lifted my number???”
“No, I called my phone from your phone.”
“WHY???”
“Me already tell you…to check on you.”
“Yeah…but…why did…never mind. I’m okay and thanks for caring about me.”

Then he leaped away.

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The pork was cold and dry, but the sausage was scrumptious. The breadfruit was cold also, but moist and sweet so I ate it too. Washed it all down with the rest of my red stripe.



I mean, I could have been vexed and raised a fuss when he told me he lifted my number, but what was the point? I realized he was being himself…a harmless nuisance that most folks tend to ignore because he doesn’t stick around long.



Again, it’s all about looking at things differently when you are in a different world.

[sammyb]

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This lady has the right idea....a perfect "set up" and a view to die for!

Vi girl you are too much....very much enjoying your vibe.....needed this break

[JitterBug]

too funny . . . "like a grasshopper on crack" . . .

i also like "thick" ja men . . . not too many of those in portland for sure.

[Schuttzie]

Again, it’s all about looking at things differently when you are in a different world.
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This is so very true! And I have a thick man

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Thanks Sammy. She looked so content sitting on the best seat in the house. Like a bronze mermaid.

Jitterbug, I'm going to keep searching

Schuttzie, now I know why you have such a happy disposition. Give me a thick, bald man under 5ft 10 and I'll be one happy someone. oh and big legs are a bonus!!!

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I woke up in a panic.

“What day is this??” I remember asking out loud as I jumped out of bed. I leave Jamaica today???

My heart is racing and my eyes filling up with tears. Nothing was packed. Stuff was still everywhere. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t stand up straight. I couldn’t think. Where do I start? Dear Lord where did the time go.

Then my foot hit the empty plastic water bottle that held rum and red stripe from the night before.

LOL girl…wake up! It’s only Sunday!! You have three more nights so save the departure drama for later.

Sun rising in the horizon...lol try to ignore the window mesh. I was too lazy to go outside to take the picture.

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The empty bottle reminded me of last night and the fun I had. Hung out at a new bar on the beach in west Port Antonio. Wasn’t a lot of people there, but we partied like we were hundreds at an all star line-up reggae show. Music blaring, laughter echoing and drinks flowing.

I turned on some music then lounged on the bed to look at my pictures.

Good heavens….who took these??!!! Pictures from the night before were unrecognizable. Well five out of the 27 weren’t bad. This confirms one thing…I had a BLAST last night even if I don’t remember it.