Dating is Unhinged
Hi, I'm Beverly and I'm officially done with endlessly scrolling on the dating apps like it’s a full-time job to maaaybe go on a first date with someone who just wants to be friends with benefits. So, I’m trying something new.
Here’s the sitch: I’m 37, single, and straight. In Portland, that’s a bit of a niche market.
I’m looking for that easy, natural flow where the conversation feels like a hobby, not a job interview. If we click? Awesome. If we don’t? Let’s high-five for trying and head our separate ways. No weirdness, just two adults looking for something real.
Still reading? Seems like a good sign. Carry on.
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Clive (my doggo), board games, karaoke, happy hour, sidewalk chalk, audiobooks, trivia nights, concerts, comedy shows, good food, Sunday football.
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People who are rude to waitstaff, parallel parking, MAGA (it’s a cult and you cannot convince me otherwise), when I can’t tell if my plants are being overwatered or undersunned, unloading the dishwasher, Disney adults.
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A stable, consistent human being who is slightly more than medium funny — I live for banter and need someone to keep up.
Self aware, consistent, and you do the things you say you’re going to do.
Comfortable with a slow burn. I expect we each have lives and I believe it takes time to know if we really want to integrate those.
Equally happy people watching on an outdoor patio or staying in to watch a movie we’ve both seen a dozen times.
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Let’s take my dog on a walk. If you can get him to like you, I will like you.
Happy hour at Bamboo Sushi because I’m obsessed with the Green Machine rolls.
Open mic night anywhere in the city.
Cocktails and people watching at Tiny Bubble Room.
Board games at Paladins League on Fremont.
