weird run-ins

The other night Michael, LC, and myself were down at the Abbey and had a strange run-in. We were enjoying some delicious martinis when I noticed that the group directly next to us was made up of a former colleague and her click of friends.

This was not the part that made it strange, but rather when both LC and myself realized that we knew the male companion of the small group. My former colleague came over to our table and chatted for a bit once she realized that she knew me as well. It was at the point it dawned on me that the male within her posse was none other then our nude model from last semesters drawing class.

Now I am not a prude by any means, but there is a strange weirdness that happens when you spend days examining someones body, an almost fake sense of intimacy occurs. Needless to say when you run into this person in the real world that intimacy is striped and you just have deal with the fact that this person is a total stranger, yet you have seen them in their birthday suit. So, just to acknowledge the elephant in the room I addressed the fact that I didn't recognize him with so many layers on.