My husband had a friend who was an artist. One day we went to his house and the artist, and my husband were deep in conversation. When it was time to leave, we said our good-byes and got into our car. The artist friend kept staring at me as we were leaving. I said to my husband, "What were you discussing? and he said he would love to have me sit for him and he would do a 'nude' painting of me. He thought I had a voluptuous figure, like the ladies in the olden days. Oh dear, I wasn't the least bit flattered by that remark. He said to the artist, "I'll get back to you soon", but he never did.