Here's a good one.  We are finally blocking scenes in "Singin' in the Rain" and I am loving the other principal actors.  I mostly work with Bradley, who is playing my love interest, and he's good!  A good tapper, a good singer, and he's really funny.  He's freaking out about how much he is supposed to kiss me.  Also, the script always has someone interrupting the kisses, so if they miss a cue or just wan to play a joke, these "sessions" could go on and on.  Great. 

Actually, I feel sorry for the guy.  After all, he has to get over so many issues.   You know, the husband, the kids, and I'm older than he is.  We were joking around about it and I was reassuring him that Dan understands, and will not be one bit mad.  Poor Bradley exclaimed, "Tell him I'm gay!  I'm a homo!"  Uhhhhhhh..... Well... it's true.  He is.  I've just never known anyone to call themselves a homo.  Isn't that a bad word?  An insult?  Kinda like the "N" word?  Unsayable?  I laughed really hard about that.  With him, not at him.

Anyway, here's the clencher.  Not only does the guy have to get over my husband, my three little kids, and the repulsive idea of kissing a female, but now I find out that the HE'S 18!  Yessssindeedee.  Count 'em, I am se-ven-teen years older than he is.  Nice.  On a happy note, he guessed that I was only 28, so now I like him even more.  :)

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