Work of Art
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008Back in college, where I was an art student, I was always up at crazy hours of the night, doing crazy art projects.
One night, probably around 3 in the a.m., I needed to finish some work for a color theory class. Mixing colors, painting, and such. It was fun. Really. For some reason, my very cute guy friend whom I had a slight crush on, was up at this time as well, so I invited him to come over, keep me company, play the guitar a little and maybe…if he wanted…I told him he could paint.
So he comes over, we hang out, he plays guitar, I paint, he starts to paint a bit. It’s time for the sun to come up almost. He’s getting ready to leave. Then says in the cutest way possible, “I thought you said we’d be body painting.”
What?!? Body paint…like he’d be painting my body? Sadly, no, I didn’t say that!
