urn2bfree
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Walking from Upper East side to Grand Central I noted a petite, lovely woman standing at the corner waiting for the light to change. She turns to me and asks, "Do you have the time?" I oblige her and the light changes and we cross. "Excuse me," she starts in again with me, "do you know where Bumble and Bumble is? ( it was the name of a salon that I did not know) "No, I'm sorry, I don't." And I am about to continue on my way as I realize who she is. Someone I had a huge crush on from her appearance in a certain music video, but at this point she was not famous enough for people the next day to know whom I was talking about. "Hey," I say, "you're Courtney Cox!" She says yes and shakes my hand. I ask her if she has a street address. Nope. A phone number. Nope. I suggest she pick up a pay phone (this was a long time ago) and dial 411- a free call- and ask them for the address. She asks me where she might find the nearest pay phone. Now I am trying to get to Grand Central and catch my train, and I have to be on my way. i point to the Citibank building as probably having a phone in their lobby and leave. Later, seeing she married a nerdy looking David Arquette who I sort of resemble, I wonder, was she hitting on me? Does she have a type? Was I it? Should I have stopped and offered to accompany her to find this salon? Maybe meet for a drink after her appointment? How could I have missed the signals? Oh, right, I was hurrying to get home to my wife and new born first child. Sometimes I wonder. Who knows where I would be now.
Honestly, with all the plastic surgery Ms Cox has had over the years, she has not aged as well as my wife.
Honestly, with all the plastic surgery Ms Cox has had over the years, she has not aged as well as my wife.