Hello again x
Now last time I was a bit of a tease to you, my readers. I mentioned Saskia, the Goth painter who I met at the art class. I know from my e-mails, some of you what to know what happened between us. Well in my next two submissions I'll tell you.
In case you've forgotten, at the art class I posed nude and one of the painters was a pretty woman who dressed in 'Goth' style. Her painting of me was a stunning re-interpretation; she painted me, but as another Goth, all pale skin, dark hair and very red lipstick. She had also made me look relaxed and not awkward. As I looked at the scrap of paper with her number on it snippets of our conversation replayed in my head.
She had called me "an inspiration", "sexy" and "gorgeous". When we had briefly held hands the feeling had been quite electric. As we parted she'd asked me to think about posing just for her and she had kissed me on the cheek.
I dialled. It rang a few times.
"Hello?" she said with curiosity in her voice at my unfamiliar voice and number.
"Um, Saskia, it's Miranda, from the art class."
"Well hello, I'd almost given up hope of you ringing."
"I was wondering if you still fancied that drink."
"I'd love to."
We chatted for a few minutes and agreed to meet in a bar, that Friday evening. When I told Linzi, she teased me that I was going on a date with Saskia.
"It's just a drink." I protested.
"Yeah, right." She replied doubtfully.
Linzi's teasing continued on Friday as I was getting ready to go out. I couldn't decide what to wear? Should I make an effort to look good or go casually?
"First dates are tricky," giggled Linzi, "how available should you look?"
"It's not a date." I protested, but inside I was as nervous as if it was a first date.
In the end I settled on a pair of black jeans, teamed with a fitted white blouse. I got to the bar a little late, but it wasn't too crowded and I spotted Saskia at a table, with an open bottle of white wine and two glasses. She spotted me and waved. She was, unsurprisingly, wearing black; a silk blouse and a black skirt, black lacy tights and boots. As I neared the table I noticed her full red lips, accented by her black hair and pale skin. I also noticed her brown eyes, bright and clear. She stood up; we hugged and kissed cheeks.
"I never thought you'd ring," she said. "I thought I'd scared you off."
"I wasn't scared," I protested, "I've just been busy."
We chatted about un-important stuff for a while, sipping our wine. Then the conversation turned to her painting. She had been painting since leaving school 5 years ago, doing office work to pay the bills.
"I've got a stall at an art fair next month, if I'm lucky I sell some paintings."
"Including the one of me?"
She shook her head. "I'm too fond of that one to sell it!" she laughed. "You're blushing, Miranda!"
It was true. "I can't get over the fact you like it so much." I said honestly.
"Do you want to see the finished version?"
"Of course!"
"Well I know this sounds like a corny pick-up line, but it's at my flat..." She paused. "Are you brave enough to come and have a look?"