Conrad is my uber-fabulous 80 year old Art Teacher. He would have been even more fabulous if his mother hadn’t of controlled him until he was in his 60’s, if you know what I mean.
I adored him the first time I met him, but I think I was just too girly for him to start with. I’m also very solicitous of men in general and I think that made him uncomfortable in the beginning.
I asked him one day in the summer if I could get him a drink of water and he held up a bony forefinger and said, “I think you’ll discover that I’ll require very little from you.”
I was crushed.
So my mission in life became making Conrad at least tolerate me.
Five months later, I am happy to report that it’s “mission accomplished!”
Conrad and I are like peas and carrots, whether he wants to admit that I’m the reason he comes in three hours before art class and sits in my office or not!