
Originally Posted by
Rob Oplawar
In high school this girl was quite hung up on me, but I was not the least bit interested because she was nuts and suicidal. Out of pity, I agreed to help her with her art project after school.
She leads me into the photo room (all red lights and such to avoid exposing the film), which is empty except for us, and proceeds to take off my shirt so she can paint and then photograph my back. The janitor walks in right when my shirt comes off, says "I'll leave you two alone", and abruptly exits.
After the most awkward half hour of my life, we both left- she never could think of anything to paint on me.
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