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Alex Rodriguez and J-Lo are in the honeymoon stage. The two started dating in February after J-Lo approached A-Rod on the street while she was having lunch in Beverly Hills. Fast forward eight months, ands the two are probably still laughing at each other’s corny jokes, holding farts in, and still texting emojis. Good for them, lasting eight months in Hollywood is like sticking it out eight years in the real world. I wish them a long life of contentment, but I’ve been working on the internet too long to put my faith in famous couples (See: Chad Kroeger and Avril Lavigne).
Just hours after Rodriguez met J-Lo in Beverly Hills, he called her, and they agreed to have dinner a few nights later. In an interview with Vanity Fair, J-Lo describes the first date–A-Rod wouldn’t shut up about his plans for the future, how he wants to get re-married, and how he ordered a drink to calm his nerves.
Midway through the dinner, J-Lo told A-Rod she was single, and he went to the bathroom to “re-adjust my thoughts.” Then, in the bathroom, with her waiting at the table, he sent her a text. Yes, you read that right.
“I didn’t know if it was a date,” Rodriguez says. “Maybe we were seeing each other at night because of her work schedule. I went in uneasy, not knowing her situation.”
He continues: “It would be incredibly productive for me to sit with one of the smartest, greatest women in the world, especially for a guy like me who is coming through tough times, rehabbing himself, re-establishing himself to folks out there. I thought it would be a win-win no matter what.”
Then: “She told me around the third or fourth inning that she was single,” he says. “I had to get up and go re-adjust my thoughts. I went to the bathroom and got enough courage to send her a text.”
“So I’m sitting there and he’s walking back, and I get a text,” Lopez continues. “It says . . . ” She looks significantly at Rodriguez. “You can tell her!” he says. “ ‘You look sexy AF,’ ” she tells me. They both laugh. “And then it took a turn,” Lopez says. “The fire alarm went off, and we had to evacuate.” I laugh, thinking she’s being metaphorical. “No, really,” she says. “The fire alarm went off!”
This my friends, is what I like to call the Famous Athlete Difference. For any normal Joe, sending a mindless “You look sexy AF” while dropping a deuce mid-dinner is poor decorum. But, when you’re worth a quarter of a billion dollars, ripping ass while sending a sext with your potential suitor 20 feet away is perceived as cute. Some guys have all the luck.
P.S. That third picture. Wow.
https://twitter.com/JohnJLover/status/925322138193670144
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[h/t Vanity Fair]