Monday, April 21, 2008
About 15 years ago I was living in an old industrial building that was converted to loft apartments. One of the neighbors was a sculptor guy who kept pestering me to pose for him without the benefit of apparel.

I may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but I knew what that was about, and politely declined the offer.

I couldn't decide what would be worse - posing nude and having a pass made at me, or posing nude and not having a pass made at me. Whatever. I decided to live with the mystery. Besides, he was about twice my age. Ancient! (though the age he was doesn't sound nearly as old these days)

Sunday I went to an arts market thing, and I commented to a woman about how great the "juicy butts" looked on the women in her paintings. She laughed and agreed, saying she would never bother to paint a rail-thin woman. I said "presumably you already know how to draw a skeleton". She said "exactly". Then she said "you would be my ideal model".

I don't think she was trying to get into my pants. Oh, well, I guess she was, literally, but not, you know, into my pants. This time, I'll take that as a compliment.

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