Nakedness... like fruit beverage?

Today, I went to drawing knowing that I was going to draw a nude. I felt no hesitation by this. I hadn't drawn a nude. But I am really quite comfortable with my body and bodies of others. Well except that I am short. I can't quite get my head around that. It I suppose is the great tragedy of my life. That I don't stand 5' 11" and can call myself of average height and neither fear nor despise my size. But in general everything in terms of nudity doesn't bother me.
So I am in class and this woman named Pat... who is for a lack of better term round and full of curves... quite possibly fat. and well you see everything. And you're thinking... Oh shit he is going to get a hard on and this is typical....
No but her nudity did get me thinking. First Do nude models have union? so they can get consistent gainful employment? or are they really freelance?
Second, I started sweating because I realized that I haven't cared about someone's nakedness in so long. I really actually haven't wanted to see anyone naked in so long... this is actually part of what happened yesturday. Girls... from the exterior do not turn me on. They maybe cute... fat... butherface... etc. But they don't drive any sort of animalistic feeling. Or no girl here has due to their beauty.

Instead... yesterday I was walking from A+ D to DKH with a fresh cup of Chai ( yes, I play up my artsiness) and running late for Oscar's class. Well I head to girls, most likely walking out architecture where they had an art history, talk about Socialist Realism under Stalin and complain about how the lecture too redundant... It was beautiful. I litterally had that animalistic urge of sexuallity pulsate within me. Oh right... I hadn't even see their faces. I was walking behind them. It was all of what they said. The texture and meaning... their ability to evaluate and be critical just got my goat. It was marvelous... it maybe the first time all semester I have yearned for anyone to be closer to me. That said... I acted like a pre pubescent boy studdenly struck by highschoolers in the hall. I stopped dead. I didn't say anything. I didn't intimate conversation. I just paused. All of my out going personality drained. I didn't know how to deal with this. How the fuck do I get a girl with brain?
Fuckin A