be-musings

I wanted to be an actress. When I was 10, my exposure to movie stars was either Star Trek (William Shatner always showed his chest) or old pictures of movie stars. So, I thought that being a movie star was something refined. Sleek dresses, men with slicked hair, pretty women in high heels. There was always a kissing scene in the movies, and often the women bent one leg slightly when they kissed. When standing on our porch with the wall on one side of it, I used to practise being smooth. I would try to gracefully peer around the corner of the wall, with one leg slightly bent back. I could envision wearing a sleek dress and bright, clicky high heels. Of, if I had a long cigarette holder that would be even sexier.
I was missing one element of movie star imitation. I had never been kissed. My sister and I set a plan into motion to get the necesary experience. But the subjects weren't always willing. That's where my sister came in. I thought she was being nice by helping me catch my running subjects, but really I think she enjoyed my public humiliation. The sad thing is, I didn't know that I should have been humiliated. I know now, and am humiliated to post this.
Go easy on me.