Life Drawing Class

Today was day one, of a two day life drawing class that Vicki got me for my birthday. So here is how it went. I show up thinking I'm going to be drawing nude women all day, only to find out that the first model is a man. "A man?" "Did he just say we will be using a MALE model?" All of a sudden I felt like a herd of elephants were charging full speed at me. "What do I do now?" My left eye started to twitch. How will I act? Will I flee? Will I lunge at him? Will he catch me staring at his package? I snapped out of it and realized I was slowly twirling around in circles, staring at the ceiling. The teacher was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I needed to calm down, I am an adult after all. So I managed to get a grip, other than a few nervous giggles that burst from me with no warning, things went well. I managed to draw a couple of dozen drawings of the model, none of them sporting a penis, of course.