Back in May, muh DAB, Dennis Hensley, invited me to join him for XX-A-Sketch, a drink & draw kinda thing at The Bullet bar in Burbank. You know my instinct was to say, "No, thank you, I think I'm separating laundry and matching socks that afternoon." I fought it because I know, that if I'm claiming that I'm open to finding/being in a relationship, I have to GET OUT. I'll admit that the idea of staring at a scantily clad fella for a few hours was a big factor in my saying yes. Also, I'm thanking Dennis, right here and now, for finding all of these great activities that aren't run of the mill get out of the house stuff and inviting me!
So, we get there and we're joined by our friend, Ron. They have supplies there for sketching/drawing our tasty model, but Dennis had gone ahead and brought some of his own materials.
It was a lovely afternoon, the bar was occupied by a good number of potential targets, and the staff was nice, friendly and cuh-ute!
There were a few fellas there I had torrid affairs with in my mind, or simply thought, he looks nice and I'd like to be neked with him.
Then, our model stepped out. He started out with fun bunny ears on, because it was so close to Easter. When those came off, he still had this cool, retro vibe about him that I was digging, quite groovily.
Did I mention I'm not much of an artist when it comes to drawing/sketching? My eyes were so full of man, I didn't know where to start. I tried starting at the top, with the idea of working my way down. I didn't stop to correct stuff; I just kept going. When I got this far, I realized I'd make the worst police sketch artist in the world. Based on my sketch of this guy's face, a number of innocent Latino men would be spending a lot of time in line-ups because this looks nothing like the model, but, admittedly, if WIERD SCIENCE was real, I'd pop my sketch right in there along with a body shot of Joe Manganiello.
Before I could start drawing my way down to his neck & chest, the model changed positions. I was a bit thrown off. I didn't realize I would have just a few short minutes to sketch the model in the position he was in. Sure, when I thought about it, it made sense that they wouldn't make this guy stay in the same position for hours, while we sketched, sipped and flirted. That'd be so painful for him! So, I had to adjust my artistic expectations and get into quick sketch mode and attempt a full-body drawing.
I got so into the drawing rapidly, that I almost forgot to keep an eye out for future husbands amongst the shifting crowd. ...Almost. I'm fairly talented when it comes to scoping the guys. For example, I'd totally let this guy make me an omelet.
I felt like I let myself get too distracted, because before I knew it, our guy was in a new position!
I tried to concentrate. I thought I would make proportion my main priority and let details fall to the wayside. That is until I let myself get distracted by the staff. I don't know why it is, but I've always had a thing for bartenders and waiters. I think it's the wonderful idea of a hot, sexy man, bringing me food in bed. ...Naked.
Anyway, the afternoon slipped into night and before I knew it, our time with the hot retro-vibe model man was done. Turns out, I had a great time. I didn't even get close to meeting anyone for romantical exploration, but I got to hang out with Dennis & Ron, feast my eyes on tasty mens and exercise my slight drawing muscles for a few hours. Granted, my sketches wouldn't be hung up at a Tate Gallery (Maybe a T'aint Gallery), but that's not what the exercise was about for me. However, if you wish to purchase my sketches for a moderate fortune, here is a sample of the goods. Oh, yes, of course I'll sign these before sending them to you!
(At least the face is a little closer to looking like his. I'n't it?)
So, if you're dying alone, but feel like you're open to not, please, take every opportunity to get out, be among people and take your chances at meeting your future partner. At the very least, cherish you time with friends and hot guys.




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