Men who call women luv don't tend to take too much of an interest in 'fine art', ordinarily, but something that shone through between the lines you wrote is that this particular group contained a tranche of highly engaged Gents...
Meh, it's an easy mistake to make 🤨
I love it when men call me luv. I also appreciate it when they hold a door open for me, give up their seat on the bus or lay their coat over a puddle allowing me to traverse it without having to leap in an unladylike manner.