Way way back many centuries ago not long after the bible began I was a student at Hunter college where I took an acting class. I was enamored with it, except not so much with my assigned scene partner- who seemed to lack my mutual hygiene rituals. We were assigned an act from Prelude to A Kiss- which is a romantic comedy (aka we had to act as though we were totally digging each other). Unfortunately I was not so much digging this guy on any level and was even slightly physically repulsed by him. Still I soldiered on and we spent a lot of time together. At coffee shops, at his apartment, at my apartment, going over our scene, rehearsing our lines and as CRAZY as it began to seem, I started seeing him in a whole new light. I don’t know if it was me responding to the character (and not as the actress but as Melissa) but I actually began to look forward to our rehearsals. I craved spending more time with him and I was convinced he was kinda starting to dig me too. And in the scene where we were supposed to kiss at the end- which I had originally NIXED that from our rehearsals- well I suddenly felt like we should add it back in.
Photo courtesy of weheartit.comI was supposed to be acting, but throughout the course of spending so much time pretending to like this guy- I actually began to like this very unhygienic guy. But while I was falling in love with him- he was not falling in love with me. He was clearly a much better actor, and was really just acting/pretending to like me. Yet when we performed our scene and we kissed That was all me– that was me kissing him- but not, as I learned after- him kissing me. He was playing a role and clearly he was meant to be an actor as he had this ability to separate those two realities- something I could not do.
Which brings me to the question at hand- A kiss is a sensual and very bonding experience- at least it is for me. So,all that being said… is a kiss ever just a kiss?
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