This Charming Man
(yesterday)
Token starving artist boy adjusts the arrangement of tables and chairs in the bar, and stands, hunched over a sketchbook on a small table. He's drawing (copying) the forms of a model from a perfume ad in a magazine. Ohh "I'm working on structure" he says, decidedly broody and distant. He waves the meaninglessness of these words away with a hand, purposely. He doesn't think it's meaningless at all, he just wants us to think he thinks it is.
My attempts to quickly glance at him to gather enough information are futile. His character is just too hilarious to ignore. Like he followed some How To for looking and acting like a shy indie kid with a hint of angsty talent. Newsboy cap, skinnyjeans and all. But he relieves me by failing to keep this facade up.
The bartender asks him where his girlfriends are. He doesn't laugh awkardly and shy away from this question like a true cuteboy shykid would. He rattles off coordinates like he's in some data control center for the US military. Two are at work, one is on a road trip, one is.. I don't know, I don't give a fuck.
Such a charming young fellow you are, says the bartender.
Yeah well women don't earn my respect, says the charming young fellow.
Bartender and I exchange glances and I pretend to be very interested in my drink to avoid getting in an argument with a complete stranger. A new turn of the leaf for me, since any other situation in life I have been eager to hurl a spear of opinionated logic through anyone's skull if given the chance.
That was a very impolite thing to say in the presence of a woman, Bartender says as he motions toward me. Charming boy makes some comment about how Honesty is best and so on. Bartender repeats the statement about his impoliteness in relation to my simultaneous presence and possession of a particular set of genitals. Bartender tells Charmingboy to go back over to his table and draw something "before Casey kicks your ass."
I nod and put on a gangster face.
Charmingboy asks for a glass of water first and Bartender gestures towards the end of the bar where there's a watercooler (with plastic cups) for busy nights and drunk/sick people. The bar is empty aside from us 3.
Bartender asks me if I'd like another glass of icewater and takes my cup.
I grin.
Later, Charmingboy sits next to me again and stares at me. I pretend to be very interested in my phone. Bartender tells him to go draw stuff, but he claims he knows not what to draw, although 'she' has a very proportionate face. Draw her then, says Bartender. I continue to pretend I have very important texts to text. Trying not to notice the staring, Bartender and I carry on a conversation and generous amounts of guffaws.
Charmingboy yells some obsceneties and erases his sketch, ranting about how live models are so much harder than photographs and so on. I agree. He asks me to sit still. No, he demands that I sit still.
I told you, I can't sit still, but go ahead, continue. He sighs and is clearly tortured. I would normally do my best to help but he proved himself to be a prick so I wasn't about to sacrifice my free movement for him. However, for the sake of art and the situation in general, I did try to stay a little more still.
Are you going to like, stop moving? Okay. Are you done now? He so charmingly asks. If my gaze wandered toward the door or another person (it got quite busy as it got dark outside) he'd angrily point back toward that imaginary thing halfway up the wall I was supposed to be staring at.
Of course the drawing turned out horrible (at least what I could glance at, since he wouldnt let me officially see it), but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, he was drunk and I was not staying very still at all. As I was leaving he was requesting materials from Bartender like lipstick, cardboard, scissors, tape, and chalk from the Lost-and-Found / supply cabinets. I have no idea what he planned to 'create' among drunken frat boys and hippies with these things but I wished him luck when I walked out.
Odd, no?
Token starving artist boy adjusts the arrangement of tables and chairs in the bar, and stands, hunched over a sketchbook on a small table. He's drawing (copying) the forms of a model from a perfume ad in a magazine. Ohh "I'm working on structure" he says, decidedly broody and distant. He waves the meaninglessness of these words away with a hand, purposely. He doesn't think it's meaningless at all, he just wants us to think he thinks it is.
My attempts to quickly glance at him to gather enough information are futile. His character is just too hilarious to ignore. Like he followed some How To for looking and acting like a shy indie kid with a hint of angsty talent. Newsboy cap, skinnyjeans and all. But he relieves me by failing to keep this facade up.
The bartender asks him where his girlfriends are. He doesn't laugh awkardly and shy away from this question like a true cuteboy shykid would. He rattles off coordinates like he's in some data control center for the US military. Two are at work, one is on a road trip, one is.. I don't know, I don't give a fuck.
Such a charming young fellow you are, says the bartender.
Yeah well women don't earn my respect, says the charming young fellow.
Bartender and I exchange glances and I pretend to be very interested in my drink to avoid getting in an argument with a complete stranger. A new turn of the leaf for me, since any other situation in life I have been eager to hurl a spear of opinionated logic through anyone's skull if given the chance.
That was a very impolite thing to say in the presence of a woman, Bartender says as he motions toward me. Charming boy makes some comment about how Honesty is best and so on. Bartender repeats the statement about his impoliteness in relation to my simultaneous presence and possession of a particular set of genitals. Bartender tells Charmingboy to go back over to his table and draw something "before Casey kicks your ass."
I nod and put on a gangster face.
Charmingboy asks for a glass of water first and Bartender gestures towards the end of the bar where there's a watercooler (with plastic cups) for busy nights and drunk/sick people. The bar is empty aside from us 3.
Bartender asks me if I'd like another glass of icewater and takes my cup.
I grin.
Later, Charmingboy sits next to me again and stares at me. I pretend to be very interested in my phone. Bartender tells him to go draw stuff, but he claims he knows not what to draw, although 'she' has a very proportionate face. Draw her then, says Bartender. I continue to pretend I have very important texts to text. Trying not to notice the staring, Bartender and I carry on a conversation and generous amounts of guffaws.
Charmingboy yells some obsceneties and erases his sketch, ranting about how live models are so much harder than photographs and so on. I agree. He asks me to sit still. No, he demands that I sit still.
I told you, I can't sit still, but go ahead, continue. He sighs and is clearly tortured. I would normally do my best to help but he proved himself to be a prick so I wasn't about to sacrifice my free movement for him. However, for the sake of art and the situation in general, I did try to stay a little more still.
Are you going to like, stop moving? Okay. Are you done now? He so charmingly asks. If my gaze wandered toward the door or another person (it got quite busy as it got dark outside) he'd angrily point back toward that imaginary thing halfway up the wall I was supposed to be staring at.
Of course the drawing turned out horrible (at least what I could glance at, since he wouldnt let me officially see it), but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, he was drunk and I was not staying very still at all. As I was leaving he was requesting materials from Bartender like lipstick, cardboard, scissors, tape, and chalk from the Lost-and-Found / supply cabinets. I have no idea what he planned to 'create' among drunken frat boys and hippies with these things but I wished him luck when I walked out.
Odd, no?