Blind Item #3 - Pretty Is As Pretty Does - An INSIDERHER Blind Item
It was the early 90’s.
I was invited to the Paramount lot for one of their epic premiere parties. These were the days of big budget action flicks, and parties attended by all Hollywood. I was psyched!
They had a buffet that would make anyone salivate. I’m vegan, but the shrimp & lobster buffet had me wishing I could eat just one jumbo shrimp!
While I was debating the merits of veganism to myself, a man approached the table and flashed me a big, beautiful smile.
I almost forgot the shrimp! This was maybe the most handsome, or beautiful, really-man I had ever seen. If I hadn’t been married at the time, it’s quite likely the night would not have ended at the shrimp bar!
As I just stared at this tall, mocha colored multi-talented celeb, I thought:
This is the nicest guy! Look at that smile! Those eyes! The way he goes for the shrimp. The way he looks flirty & yet respectful towards women!
I returned to my table aflutter, and talked about how charming & friendly the famous guy at the shrimp bar was.
Less than a year later, it became clear that a smiling pretty face means nothing. That a murderous heart can beat beneath a beautiful exterior.
I watched on TV as our neighborhood became a crime scene.
I still find it very, very hard to understand how it was possible I didn’t pick up any of the violence lurking just beneath the surface of this guy.
I was very, very grateful that our flirtation ended at the seafood.
I was invited to the Paramount lot for one of their epic premiere parties. These were the days of big budget action flicks, and parties attended by all Hollywood. I was psyched!
They had a buffet that would make anyone salivate. I’m vegan, but the shrimp & lobster buffet had me wishing I could eat just one jumbo shrimp!
While I was debating the merits of veganism to myself, a man approached the table and flashed me a big, beautiful smile.
I almost forgot the shrimp! This was maybe the most handsome, or beautiful, really-man I had ever seen. If I hadn’t been married at the time, it’s quite likely the night would not have ended at the shrimp bar!
As I just stared at this tall, mocha colored multi-talented celeb, I thought:
This is the nicest guy! Look at that smile! Those eyes! The way he goes for the shrimp. The way he looks flirty & yet respectful towards women!
I returned to my table aflutter, and talked about how charming & friendly the famous guy at the shrimp bar was.
Less than a year later, it became clear that a smiling pretty face means nothing. That a murderous heart can beat beneath a beautiful exterior.
I watched on TV as our neighborhood became a crime scene.
I still find it very, very hard to understand how it was possible I didn’t pick up any of the violence lurking just beneath the surface of this guy.
I was very, very grateful that our flirtation ended at the seafood.
