Getting to second and third base with a lady is an easy feat….if you’re a camera dude.
“Hi, I’m Ian. I need to put this mic down your shirt.”
Never one to be shy, I responded with, “Bring it.”
So if you find yourself timid with lackluster skills around the ladies, allow me to suggest a career move to the film industry.
Being a camera dude (the correct term for this job is Director of Photography but that doesn’t have as good of a ring to it, ya dig?), not only do you get to put your creative thinking cap on, hiding mics in weirdo places like tiny disco balls (yes, only in my mini manse would this problem arise)…
…you also get to touch ladies from the tip tops of their heads…
…down lovely their backsides…
…and up the other.
While he was nothing but professional, I couldn’t help but blow Ian shit whenever he was carrying a mic pack toward me.
By the end of filming I was all kinds of professionally appropriate and barely noticed when Ian had his hand down my shirt.
As you can see, I hated every second.