As A-Rod is the only person with ‘Call Waiting’ on his busy zipper, a voice from On High whispers to Miss Lopez: ‘You’ve had enough of him.’
A born slugger, he’s big with his bat – Madonna, Cameron Diaz, Kate Hudson, Demi Moore, Jennifer – Google lists 20 women’s home games.
Star connections follow a pattern: Meet. Date. Hide. Deny. Then photos with hugs closer than Biden and his earpiece. Then the children play together. Then Dating talks. Involvement talk. Live talking together. Wedding talks. But with these two becoming BS, things are going slowly … his job … time is not right … pandemic.
I reported that they would do it never marry. I knew. I reported that they would do it never get the Mets. I knew. He then said OK, he would buy another team. I reported that he would never get another team. I knew. A) He did not have the money. B) No other team was for sale. C) Download a ball club on a previous drugee? Does not happen. Financially, it worked for a while. They bought real estate, temporarily lived in each, repaired and resold. To buy such a well-known lifestyle, buyers paid well.
One lady gifted this lady as “not nice”. I actually experienced it. Lopez does not want Lopez. Just want her photo or talk about her in a paper every day. Forget the dirty word retouching. But she’s not on a couch either. Puff Daddy, Ben Affleck, Drake, A-Rod, multiple men. And another Boy Scout is already being prepared.
Listen, birds do it, bees do it, even trained do it. She made money. He made honey. But even a Swiss watch stops. Just remember, once, long, long ago, Madam Adams told you all this.
Just a little Kerry away
Another story. Sunday’s Post quotes a writer as saying that Andrew Cuomo’s ex-wife, Kerry Kennedy, was so ‘mocked, belittled, bullied’ by him that she ‘slept in a locked bathroom’.
Years ago, Governor Mario Cuomo and wife Matilda invited me to their table to hear the boy Andrew speak at an event. Small table. Just the three of us in the back of a ballroom. Andrew, who introduced his wife Kerry, stepped aside to give her the target. She talked for over 20 years about herself, her activities, her family, her goals, her plans, abilities !!! minute. She never stopped while the star of the evening stood unattended for 20 minutes, excluded, standing alone and never bumping, standing painful minute.
Neither Mario nor Matilda met my gaze. Also not spoken. Their faces, rigid. Stare straight ahead. Frozen with rage. Because I did not know what to do, where to look, I canceled the next dinner and left.
I ask now – this is how harmed and bullied she was? Shrink in the john? Let no one say I do not know what I am talking about. I still have my column reporting it.
Jam packed evening
My nice NYC night: I’m leaving a restaurant. But no car. When I drove my housekeeper home, it broke on the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s dark, a questionable area, she’s restless, huddled in a motorcycle, no dinner and it’s late.
I’m getting a taxi. I like to take out. The content is hot. The wet bag shreds. The containers spill. I wipe gravy from the seat, the floor, my clothes and my friend. In the melee, I lose a gold earring. The soaked leftovers – moist salad, wet pasta, hot stracciatella soup – flooded my kitchen floor and me. Phone rings. Dog’s bark. To hear that she’s safe, I run to answer. And I slip on wet bread.
I crawl to the ringing phone. This is a friend who tells me where she is: “In case.” In case of what? In her car, in the middle of the LIE, her car just stopped dead on the way to Southampton. Completely death. Amidst busy weekend traffic. Carrying groceries, a dog. She is in panic mode. Why she called me, who knows. But there come police cars. Trailers came. It ends OK. She’s safe. Just a nice weekend evening.
Only in New York, children, only in New York.