Her travelling companion just smiled balefully at me, resigned to her determination.
And she so clearly wanted me to draw her.
So I didn't.
I drew this guy instead.
Twice.
I justified it to myself that she would have been to conscious of me and I don't like that. Plus she would have probably ripped me to pieces if it hadn't been any good.
Does that make me a mean person ?
No. It makes you human. And discerning. I do the same when some flash git roars past in a sports car with a deafening engine. I refuse to look and instead find beauty in a passing bicycle.
ReplyDeleteYeah it's no fun when they want to see it! Also glad to hear that someone else feigns ignorance of sports cars.
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