The driver picked up a young, handsome Latino kid in his mid-twenties at LAX. The kid had a shit eating grin on his face when he entered the car and it took him less than five minutes to spill the beans. He was a grip who worked on movie sets and he had met the A+ list actress, (known as a “good girl”) not yet married at the time on a set. He had just spent ten days with her in NYC at a five-star hotel. They had a whirlwind romp eating at the best restaurants, drinking around the clock, having sex and shooting pool. The boy was in love. The driver, being a bit older and more experienced, explained to the kid that he was probably heading for an emotional hit, but should cherish the ride he already had. The kid nodded, admitting the reality. When the driver dropped him off, the kid took the driver’s number and vowed that they would go out for drinks some time. That never happened. What did happen was that the tabloids caught wind of the relationship, and it quickly ended less than a week later.
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