Dr Midnight
Explorer
I can't believe the other thread actually reached the post limit.
To pick up on a topic addressed late in the last thread, I don't believe that if you aren't looking, they come to you. That ranks up there with "everything happens for a reason" and "there's one perfect person for everyone on earth" in my estimation of worthless romantic concepts.
However, in my experience, "when it rains it pours" has always held true. I can go for months without any romantic leads at all, and then three or four will tumble at me all at once. That said (segue), let me tell you about girl #1. I met her over a month ago, and only once. Her name is Erica. She's an artist who came to where I work to have a portfolio review. The boss brought her around and introduced her to everyone. I was happy to meet an artist. She seemed happy to meet me. With my boss standing right there tapping his feet, we launched RIGHT AWAY into a twenty-minute long conversation about art. We agreed on a lot of things, smiled, talked, and ignored the boss. We showed each other some art. The boss had to drag her away. It was very cool.
Anyway, after that, I get to thinking... how can I contact her? I had no number, e-mail... nothing. I couldn't let her just get away. I asked the boss if he would e-mail her and ask her to mail me. He did. Nothing. I gave up. A week later, I get the mail (she has to borrow a computer to answer her mail). She wrote "If you want to hang out when I get back, that'd be fun, plus it'd be great to know another illustrator in RI." She's graduating from Syracuse this spring. So- I won't be able to see her again until the end of May, but hopefully by then I can lose some weight and build the repoire via e-mail. We've shared increasingly lengthy e-mails since then, and I feel the connection there.
We like to make fun of pretentious concept artists when we write. She related this story to me:
Freshman year they had us do ...performance art...<cringe>... I did some really stupid piece to that music from platoon, you know the one that just keeps building and building. Never felt more lame in my entire life. But there was this one kid who wore a mechanics outfit and had his friend pour tool dip over his head. Apparently he did not read the back of the box instructing you NOT under any circumstances to let the tool dip come in contact with skin. Long story short, he runs screaming from the room ( after performing the whole piece..idiot), ambulance shows up, we have it on tape and shot in black& white photos, ...and he fails the project. He went in to industrial design...a major involving power tools..I wonder how many digits he has left.
She's got black hair, GREAT dark eyes that make you squirm, and she knows how to draw. She can get some great inkstrokes with a brush- which is definitely good to me.
To pick up on a topic addressed late in the last thread, I don't believe that if you aren't looking, they come to you. That ranks up there with "everything happens for a reason" and "there's one perfect person for everyone on earth" in my estimation of worthless romantic concepts.
However, in my experience, "when it rains it pours" has always held true. I can go for months without any romantic leads at all, and then three or four will tumble at me all at once. That said (segue), let me tell you about girl #1. I met her over a month ago, and only once. Her name is Erica. She's an artist who came to where I work to have a portfolio review. The boss brought her around and introduced her to everyone. I was happy to meet an artist. She seemed happy to meet me. With my boss standing right there tapping his feet, we launched RIGHT AWAY into a twenty-minute long conversation about art. We agreed on a lot of things, smiled, talked, and ignored the boss. We showed each other some art. The boss had to drag her away. It was very cool.
Anyway, after that, I get to thinking... how can I contact her? I had no number, e-mail... nothing. I couldn't let her just get away. I asked the boss if he would e-mail her and ask her to mail me. He did. Nothing. I gave up. A week later, I get the mail (she has to borrow a computer to answer her mail). She wrote "If you want to hang out when I get back, that'd be fun, plus it'd be great to know another illustrator in RI." She's graduating from Syracuse this spring. So- I won't be able to see her again until the end of May, but hopefully by then I can lose some weight and build the repoire via e-mail. We've shared increasingly lengthy e-mails since then, and I feel the connection there.
We like to make fun of pretentious concept artists when we write. She related this story to me:
Freshman year they had us do ...performance art...<cringe>... I did some really stupid piece to that music from platoon, you know the one that just keeps building and building. Never felt more lame in my entire life. But there was this one kid who wore a mechanics outfit and had his friend pour tool dip over his head. Apparently he did not read the back of the box instructing you NOT under any circumstances to let the tool dip come in contact with skin. Long story short, he runs screaming from the room ( after performing the whole piece..idiot), ambulance shows up, we have it on tape and shot in black& white photos, ...and he fails the project. He went in to industrial design...a major involving power tools..I wonder how many digits he has left.
She's got black hair, GREAT dark eyes that make you squirm, and she knows how to draw. She can get some great inkstrokes with a brush- which is definitely good to me.
. But most likely I will be with Dr. M "swapping manly stories and making waffles"
