Love Scenes

Okay, so I just shot my first love scene.

And by that I do not mean that I watched my first love scene on television and proceeded to shoot the screen with a gun. Believe me, there have been some love scenes on television that have caused me to wish I actually owned a glock...

But I digress. Shock.

But last week, during the final two days of shooting Season Two of We Have To Stop Now, I had to...let's just say I had to enjoy another lady in a bed with not much clothing on.

It was pretty spectacular. And please, do not mistake my usage of that word; I am not referring to the footage, in fact, I have not seen any and really do not care to at this juncture. What I meant was that the entire experience was...absolutely bizarre.

It's like you spend a couple of days with this lovely actress, pretending to be in love, you know, the longing, the sighing, the pouting, the "acting" of it all, and then, one day, you just have to get in bed and get it on. And by "it" I mean, the whole body on body thing.

It's not like the theatre where you can "fake it". In film, you have to touch, you have to be touched...you have to use tongues.

For those of you who have done the whole "one-night-stand" thing in your torrid past, I'm guessing it would be akin to that, but for those of us who grew up Protestant...well, it's new.

And, I know, I know, I've "done it" on stage many times, but it's really just not the same. I mean, this girl, who I don't even really know very well, was just...well, let's just say I feel like I should make her breakfast...

And, for the record, girls have the softest lips...sigh...