Vogue?

I guess I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly, but the first headshot session I endured was.... weird.  I didn't really put that much thought into it, and perhaps I should have.  There was an issue before I even started.  So backstory:

I went to a party thrown by/for some industry types way back in January.  I inevitably had a few too many glasses of wine.  I met this guy, a photographer, chatted him up, talked about how eventually I needed some shots, blah blah blah.  Afterwards, I remembered meeting him and nothing else.  Life went on.  Cut to last month, I'm finally cleaning out my car after months of clutter build up, when I come across his business card.  I already have an appt to shoot with one of my favorite photographers on earth up in Seattle in May, but wanted to just see what he said, and maybe get some commercial shots taken before I do the session in Seattle.  Plus, he had offered to do some shots for practically nothing, which was pretty tempting.

I email him, and he immediately offers to meet me to chat.  We arrange the time, and when the time comes I get to the venue and realize...... uh.  I have no idea what this guy looks like.  Being quick on my feet and ever so cool,  I call him.  You know, so I can look around for someone on their phone and sniff him out that way.  I am so smart.  Turns out he was standing right behind me as I dial, and crap.  He's attractive.  We proceed to have coffee, chat, and talk about our lives.  It oddly felt like a blind date; and I was not doing well.  I had my arms folded tightly across my chest and shoved my body so far back into the booth we are sitting in that it looks like I'd left room for my imaginary friend.  I wished I had an imaginary friend to sit in that booth with me, so that I didnt have to look at this attractive man anymore.  Can't take it.

The denouement of my awkward encounter is when he is talking about shooting pictures for characters and he tells me that I have a good commercial look.  Well, I look friendly but am pretty standoffish.  WHAT?!  I don't know what anyone has ever used that term referring to my demeanor.  I mean seriously.  The crasian? STANDOFFISH?!  I suddenly realize that I am totally out of my comfort zone with this guy.  Great.  Furthermore, I cant tell him that I'm not being myself because he's attractive and the idea of him staring at my face for two hours makes me want to bury myself in a hole.

Guys, this is why there is no Mr. Ming.  I apparently can't interact with attractive people of the opposite sex effectively.  I'd like a crowd of adoring fans, not a gorgeous audience of one.

A word on the shoot itself:  it's awkward.  I, apparently was anticipating a broadway production.  In the real world, it consists of me standing in front of a guy with a camera, analyzing my face.  I couldn't take the silent posing.  I asked him to sing me a song.  He was concentrating, and thus could not oblige.  He even offered to go get his car so that I could have some music, but dammit, I couldn't be that girl.

..... Let it be known that, after all of this, I was rewarded with uh, maybe five good shots out of about 300.  My weak mental capacities can't take this part of the industry.  Gulp.

Headshot finalists here.  See for yourself.