This post is the second part of a story I recalled while walking down memory lane. It involves a life drawing class with nude models. It may interest you to read part 1 first, and I would highly encourage you to read the comments, as well.
Given the interesting events of the first nude model drawling class, and the subsequent attention from a male student in a dorm, I spent the rest of my week fretting.
Partly I was intrigued about the the philosopher student’s offer to pose nude for me in the name of ‘practicing’ my sketching. But it was weird; he was a few years older, and he had a fiancée I had never even seen in the dorm.
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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.
Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.
Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.