I have a public service announcement today: Not everyone who moves to California is interested in being a model or an actor. In fact, my wife will tell you. I’m as nervous as Kobe Bryant in a Colorado hotel room when it comes to stuff like that. We went to a local mission last year to take our engagement photos. I almost died out there. Folks were standing around…staring at us as we took what seemed like five million photos. The wifey was eating it up. She knows I’m not the PDA type. My hands sweat, so it’s even a struggle to hold hands for me. But here we were. We had a photographer, the little deflector thingy behind us, and were getting instructions on different poses. “Yeah, that’s the shot.” “Oh, beautiful.” All the while, I’m hoping that this shoot ends…and soon! Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with my wife. It’s just that I am NOT a model.
It got worse y’all.