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Me: “Hey, could we ask you a question?”
Her: ignored me
Me: “Could I ask you a random question?”
Her: “Yeah.”
Me: “Could I make a painting of you?”
Me: “I’m an artist.”
Her: “Yeah!”
Me: “Ok, so right now?”
Her: “Yeah!”
Me: “Ok, wanna go sit on that bench over there?”
Her: “Yeah, whatever is easiest for you.”
Me: (thinking: well, I just walked over)
Me: “Ok, yeah, let’s do the bench.”
I ended up being too self-deprecating and “blah blah” in my vibe.
She started thinking I wasn’t cool. I was like talking about my paintings but feeling weird for being an artist. I can’t recount the whole Convo rn. I showed her a quick 5-min sketch.
me- so are you from around here?
Her- yeah I grew up here
Me-oh nice me too
sat down on the bench. I was thinking I should’ve walked her over to a grassy area but I had just walked over from there and it’s far.
me-so are you in school
Her-no I graduated last year
Me-oh yeah, obviously you would be I school right now, I don’t even know what’s going on, I’m sort of freewheeling right now.
Her- so are you an artist by profession?
Me-oh no, I’m doing engineering to pay the bills you know I’ve sold some paintings. But it doesn’t pay the bills. I’m actually getting a studio in the[] mall.
her- oh I grew up going there!
Me- well it’s sort of nice to not have a gallery bc then you’re like not worried about like, oh the gallery doesn’t like it, oh…
Her-yeah exactly
She’s looking at some kids yelling from a school bus
Me-is that kid yelling at you
Her- no I think he was just yelling at his friend.
Me getting worried I’m talking about myself too much - not sure whether to brag, self deprecation, or just vent about my art career…feeling her notice that I’m not cool… this whole time I’m drawing her, looking very closely at her body but I feel super awkward and uncomfortable, and I’m not horny, I tried to think of her blowing me but felt weird
Me- so what do you do?
Her- I’m in physical therapy
Me- oh nice I took my grandparents to physical therapy.
her- blah blah about how she works with cool athletes. So she wants to fuck athletes. Note to self be more cool and athletic.
she wasn’t even that hot. She ran back in the other direction. lol I bet I could’ve done an insta date. She said something about “passion” before but I can’t remember. a good sign. Possibly dtf
Her: “Nice 5-min sketch, well I’m on a jog!”
Me: “Wanna do something some other time?”
Her: “Maybe!”
And that was that. I didn’t even get her number. Oh yeah she was telling me about her roomate who painted and I asked to see her instagram and she just flashed me her phone real quick. We definitely weren’t vibing.
Her: ignored me
Me: “Could I ask you a random question?”
Her: “Yeah.”
Me: “Could I make a painting of you?”
Me: “I’m an artist.”
Her: “Yeah!”
Me: “Ok, so right now?”
Her: “Yeah!”
Me: “Ok, wanna go sit on that bench over there?”
Her: “Yeah, whatever is easiest for you.”
Me: (thinking: well, I just walked over)
Me: “Ok, yeah, let’s do the bench.”
I ended up being too self-deprecating and “blah blah” in my vibe.
She started thinking I wasn’t cool. I was like talking about my paintings but feeling weird for being an artist. I can’t recount the whole Convo rn. I showed her a quick 5-min sketch.
me- so are you from around here?
Her- yeah I grew up here
Me-oh nice me too
sat down on the bench. I was thinking I should’ve walked her over to a grassy area but I had just walked over from there and it’s far.
me-so are you in school
Her-no I graduated last year
Me-oh yeah, obviously you would be I school right now, I don’t even know what’s going on, I’m sort of freewheeling right now.
Her- so are you an artist by profession?
Me-oh no, I’m doing engineering to pay the bills you know I’ve sold some paintings. But it doesn’t pay the bills. I’m actually getting a studio in the[] mall.
her- oh I grew up going there!
Me- well it’s sort of nice to not have a gallery bc then you’re like not worried about like, oh the gallery doesn’t like it, oh…
Her-yeah exactly
She’s looking at some kids yelling from a school bus
Me-is that kid yelling at you
Her- no I think he was just yelling at his friend.
Me getting worried I’m talking about myself too much - not sure whether to brag, self deprecation, or just vent about my art career…feeling her notice that I’m not cool… this whole time I’m drawing her, looking very closely at her body but I feel super awkward and uncomfortable, and I’m not horny, I tried to think of her blowing me but felt weird
Me- so what do you do?
Her- I’m in physical therapy
Me- oh nice I took my grandparents to physical therapy.
her- blah blah about how she works with cool athletes. So she wants to fuck athletes. Note to self be more cool and athletic.
she wasn’t even that hot. She ran back in the other direction. lol I bet I could’ve done an insta date. She said something about “passion” before but I can’t remember. a good sign. Possibly dtf
Her: “Nice 5-min sketch, well I’m on a jog!”
Me: “Wanna do something some other time?”
Her: “Maybe!”
And that was that. I didn’t even get her number. Oh yeah she was telling me about her roomate who painted and I asked to see her instagram and she just flashed me her phone real quick. We definitely weren’t vibing.