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I've been married for ten and a half years, the vast amount of that time happily. So needless to say, the number of other men I've kissed is limited to a very few, and all of those platonically on the cheek. My dad, Nolan's dad, various uncles, and of course my boys. However, for the first time in over a decade, I find myself kissing another man.
It's just in the show, but it's seriously awkward. Mark, my co-star, is a very sweet man, and he's perfectly fine as far as men go, but ARGH!
I can't get over the fact that I'm kissing another man.
It's weird.
And it FEELS awkward, like we're trying to manufacture chemistry. Which, to some extent, I guess we are. (His wife is seriously gorgeous. And he's no Nolan.)
I never had a problem with kissing on stage before I was married, and until now I haven't had occasion to, since. However to add insult to injury, one night at rehearsal this week, after 'the kiss,' I forgot my line. How embarrassing. I mean the kiss wasn't mind-blowing or anything, but it was, oh, I don't know, distracting, I guess. And we just stayed there, centimeters apart for like 15 seconds 'til I remembered that I was supposed to say something.
Good grief.
I just need to memorize my lines, try not to bump into the furniture, and not let the fact that I have to kiss this guy twice every night and act like I really want to, throw me for a loop.
*headdesk*
It's just in the show, but it's seriously awkward. Mark, my co-star, is a very sweet man, and he's perfectly fine as far as men go, but ARGH!
I can't get over the fact that I'm kissing another man.
It's weird.
And it FEELS awkward, like we're trying to manufacture chemistry. Which, to some extent, I guess we are. (His wife is seriously gorgeous. And he's no Nolan.)
I never had a problem with kissing on stage before I was married, and until now I haven't had occasion to, since. However to add insult to injury, one night at rehearsal this week, after 'the kiss,' I forgot my line. How embarrassing. I mean the kiss wasn't mind-blowing or anything, but it was, oh, I don't know, distracting, I guess. And we just stayed there, centimeters apart for like 15 seconds 'til I remembered that I was supposed to say something.
Good grief.
I just need to memorize my lines, try not to bump into the furniture, and not let the fact that I have to kiss this guy twice every night and act like I really want to, throw me for a loop.
*headdesk*
