I know, I know, I said I wouldn’t date artists after having a bad run with two (you can read about that here) but god damn my creative curiosity...
I’m out with my friend awaiting my last date with Lovely Man when I start receiving interesting messages from an Artist I had matched with... I’m curious so I engage to see what his deal is...
He starts sending me a roleplay where he is a stepfather to a teenage girl that is seemingly trying to seduce him. I am someone who won’t shy away from taboo and he catches my attention with the balls that he’s displayed in sending me something so detailed... He also looks like a cuter younger version of Jemaine from flight of the conchords...
We talk some more and he tells me he’s exploring this subject matter for an upcoming exhibition as it relates to a situation he found himself in when he was younger and involved with an older woman who had two daughters, the older one acting in a provocative way but explains he never acted on any desire yet she haunts him, I feel like this is his way of processing this experience that left him so very confused... He tells me he put my name in his phone as stepdaughter as we’ve been exploring this taboo in our conversations. On a serious note, I just want to stress that this is never something that I’d subject a minor to, this is purely fantasy roleplay.
He invites me to his studio out of which he both lives and works, the creative in me loves seeing someone else’s process so I’m relishing the aspect. I do inform him prior that I see this as purely one creative hanging out with another creative and that maybe if there’s a vibe we might make out. Upon meeting him I’m pleasantly surprised: he’s endearing in a soft spoken way yet he’s off beat and humourous. I feel at ease in his company and his studio habitat is one of beautiful creative chaos unfolding. He offers me what he’s drinking and asks if I’m hungry and promptly orders us a pizza, leaving me there while he picks it up sending me cute messages saying I’m a sweety and saying that I am how he imagined I would be, asking me in turn my thoughts on him, to which I say he’s endearing and funny. He comes back with the food goods and we sit around and chit chat and we have those lingering, unwavering stares going on folks. Vibe? Check.
He starts painting and talking to me as he does so asking me questions about myself and shows me some pieces of his subject matter that he says he’s put me in, saying I’m an excellent muse. Now, while it’s a lovely idea to be someone’s muse, I’m also very wary of creative types growing bored with their muse so I am mindful of this. He relaxes every now and then on the couch with me and on one of these occasions I relax my head into him and he puts his arm around me. It’s nice, it’s organic and weirdly I feel that I get him. He has already alluded that he’s at a stage in his life at the moment where he’s processing some traumatic events and has said to me he needs to fix himself before he can embark on anything so maybe in a way this has taken the pressure off.
We continue talking and during one of those unwavering bouts of eye contact he says to me “You’re giving me one of those looks...” I say yes, yes I am and then we finally kiss, his hand moving to my face tilting my chin, oh damn it, that’s my making out kryptonite... things turn unexpectedly heated and I decide that I want him, dismissing my earlier pretence as it just feels so right... He asks me “Do you want to move from the couch to my bed?” I nod and am happily led over to it. We ease into the initial roleplay and it’s very much a turn on to both of us, we seem naturally to fit intimately and everything he does feels so damn good. After he gets up to paint some more and I laze in his bed looking up at these two beautiful pieces above he that he’s painted, a rubinesque roman woman and a statue version of her. I then persuade him to get some sleep after an impromptu round two and I feel that the whole time I slept I was cradled into the nook of his chest and we didn’t stray.
The next morning I quickly don my clothes and organise an uber home to get to work on time. I say to him it was a pleasantly unexpected evening to which he says “It sure was missy, let’s do this again soon?” Mmmmm most good...
