Random Bits from my day
November 17th, 2005,From just a few minutes ago:
Overheard Girl 1: “So you’re going back this weekend? Has your ex-boyfriend called?”
Overheard Girl 2: “You’re not going to sleep with him, are you?”
Overheard Girl 3: “Well, he called, and we’re going to hang out, but I’m totally over him. There’s no way he’s getting into my pants.”
OhG 1: “I think you’re lying.”
OhG 2: “You’re totally lying.”
OhG 1: “Yeah, look at your face, you’re lying.”
Me, interupting: I don’t even know you, but I think you’re lying, too.
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Another girl from my Studio Lighting class sat next to me while I was scanning negs (expect to see more updates, soon!). We got to chatting during the interminable wait that comes with 6400 dpi scans. It was odd because, even though she started the conversation (I was oblivious to the world, courtesy of my iPod), I needed to maneuver it towards some subtle indication that I wasn’t hitting on her. I tried the primary route I use at school, which is to tell her I was 30. This only made things weirder, as she flustered her way through telling me that she had assumed I was, and here I quote entirely for ego’s sake, “an entirely hot 24-year old,” while growing more alarmed that she seemed to be hitting on me. Her eyes got this wide-eyed alarm in them, that (ironically) I found very photogenic.
I got her talking about her boyfriend, which calmed her down some. We moved on to talking about what kinds of photos we take, our final projects in various classes. I showed her some of my work. We got interupted by somebody who asked me a question about the class that I’ve got in about five minutes, and she once again became worried that she was preventing me from accomplishing work. I assured her otherwise, including something like, Actually, it’s very nice to have someone at school to talk to. I don’t really know anybody here. She agreed and indicated she was in the same boat. So I invited her and her boyfriend to come to 80s night at Neo tonight.
She got flustered again, and I had to direct the conversation back to her guy. She calmed down, we started talking about the difficulties involved in working with multiple models at the same time - arranging shoots, etc. She offered to hook me up with several friends of hers who are always interested in modeling. “I’ve got so many that want to, because they think they’re….well, because they enjoy posing for the camera, but I usually just use my mother.” We exchanged contact info, so that I might borrow some of her friends at some point. She immediately started talking about her boyfriend again. I left a few minutes later.
Discussing this with a classmate (how I found it odd that she started the conversation, and I made sure she had conversational control, was inclusive of her guy in any plans I offered, etc, and despite this she still seemed to be worried about the undertones and implications). This classmate suggested something I had simply not thought of.
“I bet she wanted to ask you to model for her, but got flustered when you told her how old you really are.”
It’s weird, being at art school.