Day #1

I feel like I'm cheating- this isn't even the morning! What Am I doin here?! I am all alone watching this take place before my eyes! Wait he's coming over! 'No I don't want anymore coffee, but thank you.' I say with a stupid, crappy, grin on my face. (Idiot! He saw you! ) Well, duh! Of course he saw you- he brought you coffee, remember?! What is he wearing? Ooh he looks so good in those pants! I wonder where he buys them? Or how he gets them on... (For God's sake! Focus! And ask him already!) I will! just give me a minute! Wait- why is she looking at him?! What is that girl doing looking at MY guy!? Who does she think she is!? Oh! I know her! She's that skinny bitch that hangs around class all day, pretending to take photos. Please! Everybody know that she has her boyfriend do the actual shooting. You'd think she was alergic to her camera or something. What she does is more of a delegating thing. Well, whatever it is it seems to be working for her. This is the third workshop that I've been in with her and it's the third time that she's gotten some poor bastard kicked out because they wouldn't hold her camera bag, or carry her tripod or something. Look at her long hair... all yellow and swishy. She's so pretty she coud get guys to eat their own toe jam- and like it! Hell, they might even ask for seconds! (You're stalling.) I know, I know. Maybe I'll have one more latte or maybe even another banana milkshake. (Another one of those and you're going to need an ambulance to wheel your fat ass out of here!) You know, you'er very negative. (Just trying to keep it real. Speaking of real, isn't that miss thing over there trying to get your guys number?) What!? I whipped my head around so fast I swear I must have been the first person in history to give themselves whiplash sitting at a table! What is that heifer trying to do?! That is my guy! Granted, we haven't actually met yet but, everyone in the universe knows that it's hands off when it comes to him! Why does she think I'm here every day, does she think I wolf down these milkshakes like a garbage disposal for my health!? Look at her! Does she really think those fake ass, ghetto style, Lee Press on nails are really going to impress him?! A man of that caliber and quality won't fall for such cheap tricks, he would see right through all that! Wait- what did he just put in his pocket? Did he just take her number?! What!? No way! How could he?! I knew it! That tramp! I guess that's what does it for him, long legs and cheap make-up. I mean, look at her, she looks like something Cirque Des Soliel would throw out of their big top- from the flagpole! Seriously, those breasts aren't real! No one's breasts are supposed to look like a cross between a flotation device,and space debris! And don't even get me started on those legs! She's probably not even human, her parents are probably gazelles or something! Watch out girl, I think I hear the Serengeti calling... Oh, crap! Here he comes again! (Look! It's now or never!) Okay! I'm gonna do it! ....Riiight.... Oh, too bad! He detoured to that guy in the really bad hat he thinks is covering his nappy hair. No such luck, buddy. That fro could be seen by the blind six blocks away. Hang on, before he gets here I better get my pen and paper ready. I don't want to be seen as amateurish, or come off as incompetant- Oh- you scared me! I didn't see you there! (why is my jaw hurting?) What? Oh, no, still no coffee for me- ah! Before you go I- um- I had- I mean I was- I was wondering if I could- maybe ask you a question? Great! (I think I hear the tendons in my jaw start to beg for mercy. I better stop grinning like an idiot) Umm- ah- Okay- I'm a photographer at the studio across the street- yes! The one hosting the workshop! (my face is going to freeze like this if I can't get my jaw to stop spreading like the red sea all across my face) Yes, she is amazing! I'm really lucky to get a place with her. So, um, we have a project to do, as an almost final exam for the workshop and I was wondering if you coul - I'm sorry! Let me explain. We each have to do a personal project as part of the workshop- yeah, almost like a final exam. Well, my project is portraits, and I was wondering if.. maybe- you know, if you had the time- 'cause I'm sure you're really busy, what with school and work- not that I'm stalki-following you or anything- yes, yes, maybe I should have a drink- yeah this water will do just fine... Mmm, that's really is good. Where do you guys get your water? It's great..! (more jaw numbing smiles- this is getting ridiculous! I may actually have to see a doctor after this!) So, yeah- um, where were we..? Oh, right- I- ah- was going to ask if you wanted to pose for me. (There I said it. And he's still standing. Always a good sign.) What? Oh, my project. Well, as I said, it's going to be on portraitures, specifically, male....nudes. (silence is good... right?) Hmm? How naked will you have to be? Oh, that depends on what you're comfortable with. You don't have to take off all of your clothes- well, maybe just the top- or the bottom- I'll let you decide on that. All in? What do you mean-oh! You're in! Oh that's great! (I practically fly, no really-fly- out of my seat! So far, making a great impression...) Okay, so, I'm not ready to do the project yet but when I am I will need to get in touch with you. Can I have your number? Here, put the coffe pot on the table. Sure I have a pen right here. (wow! his hair smells so good! Like a tropical island where some speedo wearing guy's feeding you fruit like you were Nero on the last days of Rome) Hey, our numbers are almost the same. (My God, his eyes are so, incredibly blue- I mean, seriously, can he even see out of those things?!) Okay, thanks. Soo, I will call you when I'm ready, and you don't have to worry, like I said you don't have to get all naked if you don't want to or feel comfortable doing. What was that? ....Yeah... I like poetry. Sure, I know that place. They're hosting that guy- what's his name- yeah him. He's supposed to be coming this Friday. Yeah... I would love to go.. (jaw going nuclear, almost half way around my head now...) Oh, well, then You're going to need my number (Well, look at you..!) Sure- I can't believe you remember me wearing that! Yes, absolutely, I'll wear that on Friday. It's my favorite jacket, you know. (Jaw just exploded. Face stuck like this forever,now.) 1227 words 750 Words.com