persephone33

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*

So I went out in the ice and snow yesterday to feed Her Royal Highness, (a.k.a. Kate, my lab) when I slipped, tripped, fell, and bruised the crap out of the top of my right foot.  In hindsight, it could have been so much worse.  Had anyone been watching it would have looked like something Dick Van Dyke could've pulled off.  Grace personified, thy name is Persephone.  :)  The swelling has gone down now, and I can walk fairly well.

The Forums, Valentines day, and various other events recently have me thinking about kisses.  Here's a question for the F-list!  Where was your first kiss?  How did that turn out for you?

Mine was on my first date.  It was Chris Reynolds, (a triathlete, woo-hoo) at the Hard Rock Cafe in Dallas in front of the guitar-shaped bar when I was 15 years old.  (I had absolutely no business being there!  What were you thinking, Mom?  Ethan & Aaron shall not date til they're 30.  That's a decree!)  
It was sweet, though.  And I'll always remember the locale.  So where was yours?  Share!