Jul 28, 2018
19 min read
I’d Like To Paint You
I bet he would!
“I’m an artist,” he told me the night we met.
It was a party hosted by a writer friend who always invited me
as the unattached, not all that bad looking female.
The artist was not all that bad looking either. Actually,
a helluva lot better looking than I, me being a woman,
he being a total hunk. Tall, longish brown hair with gray strands,
tweedy jacket, tight jeans, great ass. Seemed…
