Missed connections in Portland: To the girl doing her ab workout right next to me tonight around 5pm: that WASN'T ME who farted, I swear. I know you had to have smelt it because God knows I did...unfortunately I was clearly the prime suspect, being the one performing crunch-like motions that might induce such an inadvertent (and might I say, quite noxious) faux pas. But I swear, that's not my style. So I guess that just leaves the asian guy stretching his quads behind us...or...well... you, guy who came with hippie to get a mattress from our house...we are two girls 22 &25 who reacted like the overworked undersexed young girls that we are..please do u wanna hang out and do you have a friend who is not a hairy hippie?? You: 40 something, curlyish brown hair, blue top, green shoes. Behind me in line getting hot dogs. Me: early 50s, short brown hair and glasses, blue shirt and jeans. I was with biz client or I would have tried to think of some thing clever to say to you (i've been k own to do that on occasion). I felt a pang when I saw you. If by some wild chance you are reading this, give me a chance to think of something witty. We passed each other in the hall at the Stark Street theater Tuesday evening. We talk for a bit about this year's Rockfest and Pedal to the Metal tour with Black Label Society and Static-X. I was wearing red shorts and an Ozzy shirt. You were wearing a pink shirt, I think, I'm not positive. I couldn't stop staring at your smile :)