Last night I spent my evening getting naked with a black guy with a pierced tongue.
Nope, not a new beau; not a torrid one-night stand (as I think my mother thought when I told her I'd got naked) and no, he wasn't inflatable (do they do those for girls?).
Guess again. Go on guess.
OK, because you asked so nicely, I'll tell you.
I stripped off in a room full of strangers and allowed them to draw me. Yes,last night I was a life model.
In fact it was an audition so now I should say: I AM a life model.
I didn't review the art work, lets face it when you are standing there, in what you hope is all your glory, you don't want to be disabused of the fact.
It's not that easy a job you know. I mean the stripping off bit was tricky, the not looking at your accompanying male model's willy was also a little tricky, but what was really hard was a) thinking of a pose and b) trying to hold the damn thing when you think your fingers are going to drop off or that you are permanently going to have to walk with a cricked neck because you've held it the same spot for an hour.
I think, actually, the being still bit is probably the bit that surprises most people who know me! It's quite meditive really. If you have to be still for 10, 15 and 60 minute long periods you have no choice but to fix your eyes on a spot (no, not a willy) and be calm.
In fact I found it a far more introspective than extroverted activity. See I am shy really.