Nerve.com's resident guinea pig Grant Stoddard takes on the assignment: get three L.A. women to pose naked for his digital camera.
Continuing my assimilation into California culture, I joined a yoga class. It was a very Hollywood affair. Behind me was Garry Shandling. In front of me was Jennifer Beals. Neither was a slouch at yoga. To my left was a woman so beautiful and flexible that I had to chat her up after class. Apparently, pretending to be a photographer gave me brass balls. I think I might visualize a Canon every time I talk to a girl from now on.
"You look very . . . strong," I stammered. ...
I suppose I was expecting or at least hoping for more of a hubba-hubba vibe between the models and myself, but it never really materialized. With Jesse, I was too overwhelmed, with Monica, I felt emasculated, and with Samantha, I just felt too sleazy. Plus, Sam's ex-boyfriend threatened to kill me if I did anything other than take pictures of her, so I didn't even entertain the thought of that. (Well, I entertained it a little. But that's all.)
This was one of the tamer efforts in his recurring feature "I Did It For Science."