On Saturday in Venice, Italy surrounded by family and friends, he went the distance with the one woman who didn’t come with an expiration date.
Amal Alamuddin, a beautiful British/Lebanese girl with eyes the size of soup tureens, is the new Mrs. Heartthrob who happens to be one in her own right.
She’s not just beautiful, but smart and independent proving a man will respond to a woman with a brain when he sees what a plus it is. It must get pretty boring leaning over the dinner table every night asking, “So honey, how’s your scampi?”
He had everything else…a beautiful home in Como, Italy…one I’ve seen from afar along with a motorcycle collection that looks like an art installation.
Has a great relationship with his family…wealth…success, all he’s very generous with.
Who ever thought he’d hang up his bachelorhood for something solid and substantial after saying, he would never marry again (wed Talia Balsam in 1989, divorced in 1993).
I heard a woman at the Food Emporium snark because of their age difference. “It’s a little unda twen-ee yee-as,” she said, while buying 40 containers of Dannon Light.
“Maybe that’s just a coincidence,” I said, deciding all that dairy must be affecting her point of view.
She shook her head like a horse. “Doncha know the twen-ee yee-a roo-ul? Men want women twen-ee yee-as younga than them.”
Does that mean there’s some 80 year-old headed my way? Is that what she’s saying?
Fuck statistics and the horse they rode in on.
Brings to mind a remark an interviewer made to Clint Eastwood about marrying a much younger woman. Clint said without missing a beat, “Well if she dies, she dies.”
I love that. In other words, what’s your point asshole?
Older men with younger women makes sense since we’re notoriously more mentally advanced than they are, and of course sex helps when you don’t feel like throwing that casserole in the oven.
For the record, I could be with the hottest man in the world, but if he’s boring with no interests or conversation, that’s when my milk expires…but back to the groom.
George Clooney is a great guy. He stands up for people…notices their plight and digs deep into his own pockets trying to make a difference.
He too was asked a stupid question by a journalist after giving a great deal of money to some cause. “George, that was a lotta dough,” the reporter said, “whatever made you do that?”
George said without a blink of a big, brown eye, “Because I can.”
I think he waited so long simply because he could.
Here’s wishing them all the best.