Nothing Like Drama

I've been a little quiet this week because of business (no, busy-ness) issues. I had hoped I might have something to report on the sexy side, but... well, I'll tell the story.

There's a seemingly-nice guy in the play I'm in, and while I wasn't pushing it, we seemed to be hitting it off and I thought, hey, I'm an actor, I can slum a little and have a torrid show romance, and maybe this guy would be into that. So some harmless flirting ensued. Really, this was incredibly low-key flirting, flirting which could barely be described as anything more than banter of the type that theatricals tend to enjoy, the slightly innuendo-ish kind but not really directed. Eyes were made though, which made it flirting. He got to see me in various states of undress as a result of the natural order of theatre, and I in return flaunted it just a bit, just a whisker.

I thought things were progressing well. The rare occasions when I find myself as an actor romancing another actor, I don't feel bad about it but I do proceed with caution because actor-romance tends to be rife with drama. As 'twas on this occasion.

Because you see, there's another actress with whom he has history that I didn't know about, and while he claims that it's over and done with, she doesn't see it that way. And she's... a little crazy. Which meant that she was seeing all the harmless flirting and implying a great deal more than even I was implying to myself. It put her on the slow boil, but when she boiled, God help us all.

Things came to a head the other night. Strangely enough, while I don't think she likes me much, she didn't get mad at me; she flew off the handle at him back stage and they started fighting, calling each other names, etc. Camps were formed; either you were on his side or hers. And the thing of it was, I didn't really want to be in a camp at all, even as people assumed I'd be on his side because I was interested in him or her side because she was a gal and so was I. I should state that I think they're both being ridiculous, because he was giving as good as he got and I don't know that she was entirely unjustified in her perceptions either. Both crazy.

Ugly. I backed off, tried to avoid both of them whenever possible, and things calmed to a simmer, but I really hope they don't boil over again because I don't like backstage drama, which is why I'm usually pretty careful about involving myself in it. Sometimes it hits me out of the blue, and sometimes I do it without realizing it, but when I can, I remove myself from the drama, even if it means no sexy fun times for me. Anyway, I have hopes for a visit from Sveta soon, so that will make me forget all about the two crazy actors. And probably about remembering my lines too. Damn distractions.

She's worth it though.