I think people would like me more if I posted pictures of me to my website. But I don't take pictures well. By that I mean, although I am photogenic, I get shy around a camera. It's not so much shy as enthralled. I have to stare at the camera if it's near me and I am incapable of any conversation because there is this big...well, camera...in the room near me.

The last time I had my picture taken it was by a photographer with the name of a sit-com star. It was a photo shoot for next month's issue of Boston Magazine. I got to his studio and played with the dog while he finished shooting DJ. "That's great. Can you do that with your left eyebrow, too?" It was quiet for a minute, "no, that looks awkward. You're doing great!" I drank some water and thought about how I don't have any facial tricks.

I'm not a shy person, but when I get in situations like this one I become shy. I hate feeling shy. The make-up artist came over and introduced herself. She complimented my skin and told me she thought I wouldn't need any make-up, just a little lip gloss. DJ finished up and the photographer came over to look at my face, "I don't think she needs makeup."
"No, I'm just going to give her some lip gloss.

We went behind the screen and he introduced me to his vintage folding camera. "This is my new toy," he said. One of his assistants handed him his phone and he exchanged about a hundred words with someone about the upcoming shoots with Denis Leary and Conan O'Brien that would round out the magazine spread. Then back to me. He placed me on a stool and waited to see what I would do. I stared--straight at the camera.

Then I got embarrassed so I looked down. "Hold that," he said, and so I did. He tried to get the makeup artist to have a conversation with me to get me a little animated, but that didn't work. So he started snapping his fingers in different places, and singing while staring at me. I stared back. I got distracted so I looked over his shoulder at the ceiling behind him. "Hold that." He took the picture.

I looked at my shoe to see if my laces were tied. "Hold that."
I laughed at how I was staring at the camera. "Hold that."
"You're very easy to take pictures of." I blushed and looked down. "Hold that."

At the end of the session, as the next comic came in for her shoot, he stopped me, "something magical happened here, do you know that?"
"It did?"
"You were so mesmerized by the camera. It was amazing."