Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly


Do you remember Lee Van Cleef?

He was the "Bad" in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly ...  one of the old Clint Eastwood Spaghetti Westerns. Great movie.

His daughter was an art student at UGA with me. She worked part time as an artist's model. The first semester I met her was when we were taking photography together.

I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Joel. We haven't met."
I held out my hand and she just stared at me. My hand looked like some alien object floating out there.
Undaunted I tried again, "Hey is that a Pentax you have?"
"Yes." Still staring at me.
"Do you live on campus?"
"No."
"Really? Me either. I've got a place on ..."
"Hey .... you don't know me?"
"No ...  that's why I indroduced myself."
"Ever see me before?"
"Um ... no ... I don't think so."
 "You draw me naked in Charcoal Studies Class every Thursday."
"Oh my God ... you're ... you're the model?"
"Yes. And ... this ... is my face." She pointed to her broad smart aleck grin.

I liked her immediately. We had a great time for 10 straight days ... then we never went out again. She was just like her father ... only prettier. You'll notice I never used her name here. There's a reason for that. It's not the gentlemanly thing to do ... besides ...  I can't remember it.


My dating life could have easily been entitled: "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly". The "Good" was Deena. She was the sweetheart of our fraternity. She was also "The Unattainable". I thought she would never go out with me ... but she DID. I thought she would never kiss me ... but she DID. I thought she would never go to bed with me ... and I was right.

So much for the "Good".

The "Bad" was Van Cleef's daughter ... and most of the art department. They were fascinating for about an hour and a half and then you had to change your home address. But they were fun.

And The "Ugly"?


Every guy knows about the "Ugly" ... that's right ... don't pretend ... you weren't THAT drunk ... although you swear you don't remember.

Still bothers you, huh?

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