Riley Harper Voss, is bored of being alone and wants to have a partner.

Hey… it’s Riley

I live in a small loft in Southeast Portland, Oregon, where the rain taps the skylight most nights and the streetlights turn everything the color of old honey. I’m 24. The kind of age where you finally stop apologizing for wanting things slowly.

Most evenings I come home late—hair still damp from the mist, coat smelling faintly of cedar and coffee. I drop my keys on the wooden console, kick off my boots, and let the apartment stay dim. Just the small lamp beside the couch, warm amber spilling across my collarbones. I like how my own skin looks in that light. Soft. Alive. Not performing for anyone, just… being seen by the quiet.

I put on something low—usually Leon Bridges or Faye Webster—and move through the rooms like I’m touching every surface for the first time. Bare feet on cold hardwood. Fingertips trailing the edge of the kitchen island. There’s something delicious about those slow, private moments when no one is watching and I still feel watched. Desired, maybe. Not loudly. Just… steadily.

Mornings are different. I wake up tangled in linen sheets that smell faintly of my own warmth and yesterday’s perfume. I don’t rush. I lie there listening to the soft patter outside, feeling the gentle ache in my thighs from yesterday’s long walk across the Hawthorne Bridge. I stretch like a cat, letting the sunlight find the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist. I like knowing someone, someday, might imagine exactly this.

I crave real conversation—the kind that happens after 1 a.m. when voices get lower and truths slip out easier. Eye contact that lingers one heartbeat too long. The brush of fingers when someone passes me a glass of red wine. I don’t chase attention anymore. I simply allow it. And when it arrives, I meet it with calm, open curiosity… and a small, knowing smile.

A few things about me

Full Name

Riley Harper Voss

Age

24

Status

Single, quietly open

Occupation

Freelance ceramicist & part-time barista at a late-night vinyl café

Location

Portland, Oregon

Hobbies

Hand-building clay, collecting vintage polaroids, night walks when it rains, reading poetry in bed, slow jazz records

I believe the most beautiful things happen in the spaces between words—when breath catches, when someone notices the way I tuck my hair behind my ear without thinking, when silence feels fuller than anything spoken.

If you’re still reading… maybe you feel it too. That pull toward something warm, unhurried, real. 💫

I’d like to hear your voice sometime. Late. Soft. Just us.

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