And then there was the time I decided to play Cupid for one of my artist friends. I will not list names because this story does not have a blissful storybook ending.
I made an announcement in my art class that I had a handsome friend who was available and when a pretty young girl volunteered, I made the proper introductions.
Weeks went by and I thought their friendship was blossoming until my handsome artist friend stopped me one afternoon in a parking lot.
“She is a wonderful person, but she is smothering me !”
After he disclosed that he would rather weild his paintbrush than hold the hand of a pretty girl, they parted company.
I went back to teaching the benefits of mixing burnt umber and prussian blue and looking for “dirty purple” in clouds. It seemed to be a more rewarding avenue rather than having my Cupid Arrows broken and trashed in a waste basket.