Since A-Rod is the only human with “Call Waiting” on his full zipper, an On High voice whispered to Ms. Lopez: “You have had enough with him.”
A born hitter, he’s big with his baton – Madonna, Cameron Diaz, Kate Hudson, Demi Moore, Jennifer – Google lists 20 women’s home runs.
Star connections follow a pattern: Know. Meeting. Hide. Deny. Then, photos with hugs closer than Biden and his headset. Then the children play together. Then talk about dating. Engagement conversation. Live together, talk. Conversation about marriage. But with these two who became BS Yeah, go slow … she is working … the time is not right … pandemic.
I reported that they Never get married. I knew it. I reported that they Never take the Mets. I knew it. He then said OK, he will buy another team. I reported that he Never get another team. I knew it. A) He had no money. B) No other team was for sale. C) Unloading a ball club in a previous druge? It is not happening. Financially, it worked for a while. They bought real estate, lived in each of them temporarily, repaired and resold it. To buy a celebrity lifestyle, buyers paid well.
An employee wrapped this lady up as “not cool” as a gift. I have experienced this myself. Lopez just wants Lopez. Either just take a picture of her or talk about her in a newspaper every day. Forget the dirty word touch up. But she is also not sloppy on the couch. Puff Daddy, Ben Affleck, Drake, A-Rod, several husbands. And another Boy Scout is already being prepared.
Listen, birds do this, bees do it, even these educated people do it. She made money. He made honey. But even a Swiss watch stops. Just remember, it was once, a long, long time ago, Madame Adams told you all of that.
A little far from Kerry
Another story. The Sunday’s Post quoted a writer as saying that Andrew Cuomo’s ex-wife, Kerry Kennedy, was so “ridiculed, belittled and intimidated” by him that she “slept in a locked bathroom”.
Years ago, Governor Mario Cuomo and his wife Matilda invited me to their table to hear their son Andrew speak at an event. Small table. Just the three of us in the back of a ballroom. Introducing his wife Kerry, Andrew stepped aside to hand the microphone to her. She talked about herself, her activities, her family, her goals, her plans, her skills, for over 20 years !!! minutes. She never stopped while the night star remained – unaccompanied, excluded, alone, never meddling – for 20 painful minutes.
Neither Mario nor Matilda met my eyes. He didn’t even speak. Their faces were rigid. Looking ahead. Frozen with rage. Not knowing what to do, where to look, I canceled the next dinner and left.
I ask now – is this how she was harmed and bullied? Cowering in the bathroom? Let no one say that I do not know what I am talking about. I still have my column reporting this.
Night full of jam
My beautiful night in New York: I’m leaving a restaurant. But without a car. Taking my housekeeper home, it broke on the Brooklyn Bridge. It is dark, a questionable area, she is agitated, huddled in a broken vehicle, without dinner and it is late.
I take a taxi. I’m taking food to go. The content is hot. The wet bag shattered. The containers spill out. I am cleaning the dressing from the seat, the floor, the clothes and my friend. In the melee, I lose a gold earring. The soggy remains – wet salad, moist pasta, hot stracciatella soup – flood the floor of my kitchen and me. The telephone is ringing. Barking dogs. To know that she is fine, I run to answer. And I slip on the wet bread.
I crawl to the ringing phone. A friend is telling me where she is: “Case.” In case of what? In his car, in the middle of an LIE, his car simply stopped on the way to Southampton. Completely dead. In the middle of the intense weekend traffic. Carrying groceries, a dog. She’s in a panic. Why did she call me, who knows. But police cars arrived. Tow cars arrived. It ended well. She’s safe. Just a good weekend night.
Only in New York, children, only in New York.