awkward moments I have known
So I do life drawing on Mondays and for most of this semester we've had middle aged ladies or middle aged kind of men and when we're drawing them I forget they're naked and just see what I should be drawing (which is a good thing really since I don't want to be OH GOOD GOD BOOBIES for eight hours every week). Because they're just these everyday people who you could see anywhere but I have no connection with them and I'll most likely never see them again.
Until today, that is.
My friend and I were standing there, chatting away happily, when the model for this week walks in. We both kind of pause, and continue talking until he's gone into the changeroom - not to get changed, I'd like to remind you all, but to get naked (changing into his skin?).
'Hm,' I say.
'Hmmm,' she says.
'It doesn't seem right does it? He looks like he could be one of our OUR friends.'
'He's quite cute,' she adds, disconcerted.
'Heehee... imagine seeing him afterwards somewhere. See him on the bus and heeeyyy... your bottom, it was quite nice to draw.'
And we chuckled, hoho, and then the class started.
He was a good model and it was a fun class; I love when everything seems to just fit and despite the teacher being MENTAL (nooo!! no bleck! jest browns!!- um maybe you could have mentioned that HALF AN HOUR AGO when you watched me pick up the black and use it repeatedly?) I was kind of sad when we had our break.
On the way back in we saw the lift just closing and made a dash for it, only to have our model hold it open for us. Since we were the only ones in the lift it seemed only right to say hello. Ask whether it's hard to model. Etc, etc.
And then we had to wait for awhile and so he sat with us and we chatted about uni, etc, and it was then that we discovered he catches Maddie's bus. Hehehehehehe. I wish I could draw the look of vague shock on her face for you all right here. (Or my expression of supressed amusement.)
Going back into class we were like, well, see you later.
More like see you AND YOUR PENIS in just a moment.
Not that there was anything wrong with that (nono) but it feels so bizarre to have just talked amiably with a stranger and then stare incredibly intently at them. I now know all the crevices of his face, and how the muscles of his back fit together, and the line of muscles in his leg. When he bends over there are three small little folds of skin across his stomach.
Hum.
Until today, that is.
My friend and I were standing there, chatting away happily, when the model for this week walks in. We both kind of pause, and continue talking until he's gone into the changeroom - not to get changed, I'd like to remind you all, but to get naked (changing into his skin?).
'Hm,' I say.
'Hmmm,' she says.
'It doesn't seem right does it? He looks like he could be one of our OUR friends.'
'He's quite cute,' she adds, disconcerted.
'Heehee... imagine seeing him afterwards somewhere. See him on the bus and heeeyyy... your bottom, it was quite nice to draw.'
And we chuckled, hoho, and then the class started.
He was a good model and it was a fun class; I love when everything seems to just fit and despite the teacher being MENTAL (nooo!! no bleck! jest browns!!- um maybe you could have mentioned that HALF AN HOUR AGO when you watched me pick up the black and use it repeatedly?) I was kind of sad when we had our break.
On the way back in we saw the lift just closing and made a dash for it, only to have our model hold it open for us. Since we were the only ones in the lift it seemed only right to say hello. Ask whether it's hard to model. Etc, etc.
And then we had to wait for awhile and so he sat with us and we chatted about uni, etc, and it was then that we discovered he catches Maddie's bus. Hehehehehehe. I wish I could draw the look of vague shock on her face for you all right here. (Or my expression of supressed amusement.)
Going back into class we were like, well, see you later.
More like see you AND YOUR PENIS in just a moment.
Not that there was anything wrong with that (nono) but it feels so bizarre to have just talked amiably with a stranger and then stare incredibly intently at them. I now know all the crevices of his face, and how the muscles of his back fit together, and the line of muscles in his leg. When he bends over there are three small little folds of skin across his stomach.
Hum.