As much as I enjoy Portland, I have discovered an interesting factoid. It seems the categories of "relatively normal" and "soliciting an available room on Craigslist" are mutually exclusive in this town - and perhaps as a general rule.
Take yesterday, for example. I transported myself directly from work to a room offer I wanted to investigate - a room located in the right part of town, within the right price range, and occupied, apparently, by someone less than half a dozen decades old.
So I went to check out the place, and met my potential new roommate: a woman close to my age, but less than five feet tall, slightly tubby and with nudist inclinations. I wish I could say that was my strangest offer to date, but not so. Just the other day I investigated a house full of 50-or-older hippie, vegan men. Somehow these Craigslist ads don't adequately capture the theme of the dwelling.
You can imagine, then, my leaping joy when my friend Barry announced that he was interested in moving to Portland. I can't say he wasn't responding to incentives - I offered my help in seeking suitable employ, I offered a brace of lively friends, and I even offered to introduce him to at least one cute girl - but I was happy and relieved nonetheless. Barry has been one of my closest and most trusted friends since high school, and we get along royally. Next weekend the plan is simple: hang out, party and hunt for apartments and work. And I think it's a great plan, because in all honesty this is the wrong time of year for nudity.
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