In an attempt to bond with my new roommate in room #1 of Carriage Cove, John Humphreys, I audited one of his BYU figure drawing classes on Thursday. He'd been inviting me to come, and I'd always been interested in learning more about the fundamentals of drawing. Worried about my stomach, I prepared for the three-hour-long class by eating a PB&J beforehand. I knew there would only be a 5-minute break between each hour to stretch and use the restroom, if necessary. (Random FYI, John looks pretty, darn identical to Jude Law, but with curly hair.)
Unsure of whether I would be welcomed (or not) by the instructor, I introduced myself to him upon entering the classroom on the fourth floor of the HFAC and asked if he would allow me participate in the class for the day. He welcomed me in (and even offered some individual instruction over the course of the evening).
I sat down at my easel and took a deep breath. Glancing around the room, I felt comforted that I didn't recognize anyone in the class. Then one of my female EFY participants walked in…
Note: I try to be careful with my contact and communication with former EFY kids all together—especially girls.
I mentally resolved to visit briefly with her at the end of class and put the issue aside. "At least she wasn't the model," I consoled myself. I was relieved when Johnny walked in. (This confirmed that I was indeed in the right class.) Then, suddenly, my EFY girl started gleefully taking off her clothes.
She was the model after all! (She undressed quickly. This was obviously not her first rodeo.) After a moment or two, the shock of seeing her in a BYU-pseudo-approved bikini wore off and the three hours flew by. (These are not my figures. I just included them to give you an idea of what we were working on.)
On my way out, I nervously approached my old EFY group member to say hello. I asked her if she modeled often. She told me that she was "pretty experienced" and "had a lot of gigs" there at the Y. I wished her luck and quickly slid out the door.
IT GETS BETTER...
The following day, I received a message over facebook from the model. I should cut and paste it here. Wait. I will! Oooo, sorry. I deleted it already. Basically, the email listed her weekly modeling schedule and said that if my roommate and I wanted more "practice" she could make herself available.
I'm sure her intentions were completely innocuous, but I couldn't help feeling like I was being propositioned. I politely thanked her for the offer, and explained that I would most likely not be attending classes again in the future. I wished her luck, and signed off; hopefully for good.
No, no. She replied once again and informed me that if I was interested, she knew that there were male modeling opening at BYU that she could help me get at some of the same times she was booked.
In hindsight, I positive that her actions were just her way of expression gratitude and appreciation, but I was not reading it the that way. I freaked out and deleted the email thread.
Unsure of whether I would be welcomed (or not) by the instructor, I introduced myself to him upon entering the classroom on the fourth floor of the HFAC and asked if he would allow me participate in the class for the day. He welcomed me in (and even offered some individual instruction over the course of the evening).
I sat down at my easel and took a deep breath. Glancing around the room, I felt comforted that I didn't recognize anyone in the class. Then one of my female EFY participants walked in…
Note: I try to be careful with my contact and communication with former EFY kids all together—especially girls.
I mentally resolved to visit briefly with her at the end of class and put the issue aside. "At least she wasn't the model," I consoled myself. I was relieved when Johnny walked in. (This confirmed that I was indeed in the right class.) Then, suddenly, my EFY girl started gleefully taking off her clothes.
She was the model after all! (She undressed quickly. This was obviously not her first rodeo.) After a moment or two, the shock of seeing her in a BYU-pseudo-approved bikini wore off and the three hours flew by. (These are not my figures. I just included them to give you an idea of what we were working on.)
On my way out, I nervously approached my old EFY group member to say hello. I asked her if she modeled often. She told me that she was "pretty experienced" and "had a lot of gigs" there at the Y. I wished her luck and quickly slid out the door.
IT GETS BETTER...
The following day, I received a message over facebook from the model. I should cut and paste it here. Wait. I will! Oooo, sorry. I deleted it already. Basically, the email listed her weekly modeling schedule and said that if my roommate and I wanted more "practice" she could make herself available.
I'm sure her intentions were completely innocuous, but I couldn't help feeling like I was being propositioned. I politely thanked her for the offer, and explained that I would most likely not be attending classes again in the future. I wished her luck, and signed off; hopefully for good.
No, no. She replied once again and informed me that if I was interested, she knew that there were male modeling opening at BYU that she could help me get at some of the same times she was booked.
In hindsight, I positive that her actions were just her way of expression gratitude and appreciation, but I was not reading it the that way. I freaked out and deleted the email thread.
Oh wow. Awkward. What a weekend!
ReplyDeleteWow, you must have left quite the impression on her...And she must have an interesting self-concept. Nice dodge.
ReplyDeleteWow. That's just about all I can say. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it was you and not me! You actually have a lot of funny stories like that!
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! That is SO funny.
ReplyDeleteThat could only happen to you. ;)
ReplyDeleteP.S. Thanks for sharing, that totally made my day. :)
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