aight thunderstorm so i got time to kill
i was maybe 25 or so
went to this miscellaneous art festival thing i saw in back of free magazine
the gimmick was that all the "art" was in bags
trash bags, brown paper bags, ziploc bags etc
it was the damnedest thing
to see something you had to take it out of the bag
or lift up the bag enough to get a look at it
it was hosted by this art commune group- most in the house
but the remaining exhibits just spread outside, on the deck, along the walkway, etc.
of course i was corny "are you expecting rain??"
they were like
so i spotted two brehettes posted up in the corner of a side room
one looked like she had a moth problem in her closet
the other looked like she was an extra from FAME
a few seconds later someone had a question about something
leaving the one with swiss cheese clothes all by her lonesome
so i made a beeline to her and started chatting her up
i had brought my camera bag as a prop
honestly i didn't even have film loaded
turns out she wasn't in the show, but her friend had begged her to come
so i got her phone number
first date- her place- she showed me all her stuff
she made these weird mesh things
gluing a bunch of ribbons, strings, threads, fabrics to a blank canvas
i brought along a book of my pictures (legit)
then we got high and went for a long walk (i mostly listened
)
second date- dancing, drinks, back to my place, nude photos (profile shots- she was shy), then sex
saw her for 10 weeks- she dumped me for not being emotional enough
but no complaints- that's how it goes