An experiment to show that everyone has an interesting story if only he tells it properly.
|Everyone has a story even if he doesn’t think so. And there are more than one view points.
The aging movie star was answering a question about fears.
“I’m not afraid of much. But I remember this one time I had a love scene with a younger woman. She came over to me and rubbed her hands in my face. Then she leaned in and put her tongue in my ear. Now that frightened me.”
Earlier he had told an enquirer that he didn’t want to write the story of his life because it was uninteresting.
The seasoned, yet handsome, actor related an uncomfortable experience on a movie scene.
“This beautiful, younger woman walked over to me, looking seductively into my eyes. She leaned in closer and put her hands on my face. A million things crossed my mind. ‘Was she coming on to me?’ ‘Was she just warming up for the scene we were going to be doing?’ I just couldn’t tell."
“I could feel her breath on my cheek as she leaned in even closer. Her whole body was pressed against me now. Her hands moved about my face and hair and neck. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. It all was happening so quickly and I was speechless. Suddenly, her hot tongue was in my ear. I could smell her perfume. Yikes. I didn’t know whether I was being assaulted in her uncontrolled passion, whether she was simply acting-badly, I might add-or whether she thought she was irresistible."
“I’m afraid I did nothing about it. But I did confess everything to my wife as soon as I had the chance.”
"I had a romantic role with an older, experienced actor. I wanted to make a good impression on him, but wasn’t sure how to do it. I also wanted the director to think I could really do a hot scene and want me for more parts.
"When it was time for us to do that scene, I walked over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. I could smell his cologne. I had admired him so much in his TV and movie roles. Now I was playing opposite him. I was very excited.
He seemed to be open to my gestures. He wasn’t taking things into his own hands. So I moved in closer and ran my hand around the edge of his face and into his hair. He just looked at me with his long, thick curly eyelashes, and I sighed. I pressed closer against him, breathing in his manly smell more deeply. I don’t usually find resistance with men. This was just another man, I told myself; celebrity status didn’t change things. I circled my hands around and over his neck and face and pressed closer. He didn’t respond, but didn’t resist, so I thought he was into it, too. I put my tongue into his ear. Then the director started calling out new directions, so I backed off, wondering if he had felt any “magic” or if it was just another job for him. He turned away as though I wasn’t there."
"We were done and I knew it meant nothing to him. I could have been a boy for all that it mattered. I’m not accustomed to such a chilly treatment by a man. I walked away. We never worked together again after that film."