We were both art students at USC. She was a couple of years behind me. And she had a bit of a crush on me. I had a bit of a crush on her, too, but at the time I was too inexperienced, insecure and afraid of rejection to do anything about it. I agonized for about a year -- all the while keeping up a pretense of proud indifference, of course -- before I felt somewhat confident enough to approach her, but by then she was bored with Mr. Wooden and moving on to another guy -- one with way more flash. A proud, beautiful Spaniard like herself (she actually introduced us; once I found him in the men's room struggling to tie a necktie for the very first time; I helped him tie it on properly, then found out he was on his way to meet her). Oh, well. At least I got this painting out of the whole painfully awkward year. One of the figures is a straight-out portrait of one of us. So is the other one.
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