Time: Sometime in the afternoon in the Fall of 1996
Place: A figure drawing class at the Art Institute of Philadelphia
About to start drawing the new model my buddies and I get ourselves ready with charcoal in hand put to very large sketch pads when in walks the model and disrobes. Her back is turned to me and I didn’t catch her face but after the first sketch and she walks around to look at our work, she stops dead and stares at me and says Dana Darling (In her beautiful Argentinian Accent) and my buddies look at me with wide open expressions saying “Holy shit Dana, you know the model ?”
In a rather cool and sly way I say to the guys, “No, but apparently she knows me.” Frances and I leave the classroom and we chat a bit, I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years. It was quite a shock of sorts to see my friend without a stitch. I had a thing for her (If I’m honest, Every time I meet a girl I hope for the sexual chemistry to emerge but if it travels to the friend zone instead, I’m more than happy to accept that.) but drawing her less than curvy body all I could picture in my mind was that of a tree.
Frances and I met in a directing class sometime in 1991 when I was studying Radio/TV & Film Production at Northampton Community College. We had an instant bond and became quite close. She was my first much older friend. She was 8 years my senior.
We had common interests, we read to each other, we massaged each other, we even slept together (Literally, no sex here). I really liked her, her two kids were with her ex husband living in Argentina, but I even got to know them a little bit. We saw movies together like Philadelphia, Koyaanisqatsi & El Norte and really liked the music of Bjork. We were also both Bisexual and even took a trip to Washington D.C. together to visit a gay friend of mine who I came I out right after after he did to me, we knew each other from High School.
I once had her over for dinner with my family and she later told me she felt my Mom was flirting with her. How ridiculous was that. I insisted she was wrong in her assumptions of my Mom’s friendliness. She dropped it.
She insisted we set out to do this community theater project together. I gotta say I really enjoyed doing that and met a bunch of cool creative people (Actors, Dancers & Singers). I even filmed her NYU Audition Tape to study Theater.
So we spent a lot of time together and it was real nice to do a bit of catching up that we did today (Plus her being here gave me a bit of street cred among my younger classmates).
It’s funny though how after seeing her naked today, it did absolutely nothing for me downstairs. We came back to the class and did a few more sketches. When she got dressed she said we should make plans to visit some place like Mexico when she turns 50, 16 years later. I told her sure it’s a deal.
**Note: Mexico would never happen by 2011 at the age of 48 my friend would die after dealing with an advanced stage of MS**