Yes, that’s how I would describe not just the photo shoot itself but the anticipation. Anticipation may be the wrong word – that seems to carry with it some excitement. There was nothing exciting about readying myself for our We Never boudoir shots. No, it was nothing short of dread. In fact, I couldn’t wait for dinner the day of the big shoot not because I was looking forward to the meal but because I knew it would all be over.
Having said all that, things are never completely as bad as they seem. The photographer showed up at my house and immediately put us at ease. …Well, at least at a little less unease. She said that many of her clients feel the same stress at the idea of posing in various stages of dress and that they’re talked into it by a friend or spouse. Other than my discomfort, though, I’m not going to go into too much detail about this We Never other than to say the following:
I left much to the imagination, i.e., I was mostly completely totally covered up.
If you have some desire to do it, it’s not as bad as it seems.
The pictures turned out better than I expected…at least when looked at with a cringe and peeking between my fingers while covering my eyes.
That’s it. No more.