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Brush with Beauty…Letterman Style

I can't actually remember if I've bumped into anybody famously beautiful — I've seen many renditions of "Wow, that's the most beautiful human I've ever seen," but it's always some random non-famous person.

Years ago, my then-elementary school daughter had a best friend and my wife met the friend's mom. Wife came home and said "she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I'd never heard her say that before and haven't heard it since. When I finally met her, well, the wife was right. She was stunning and also the touchy-feely type, quick with a hug or a random touch. Just ... dangerous. And single.

A while later, the wife took a job up north and moved, and I stayed back to sell the house and let our daughter finish the calendar year at school. That included Halloween trick-or-treating with daughter, friend and the mom. The mom brought beer and insisted we stop at my house for more while we were out. By the end of the night we were both hammered but still had our moral compasses, though I sure had some thoughts of breaking mine.
 
My wife and I were in Cleveland during the Eastern Conference Finals during the LeBron era, walking to dinner. We went past the building where all the athletes live. There is a pack of incredibly attractive women in dresses standing in front of the building. I have no idea what the strategy was, but they had one. Women who just don't show up on street corners in Ohio. From a distance, I'm wearing some loud douchey shirt that a 28-year old douchey Hermes would wear and my wife was wearing roughly what a personal assistant would be wearing. So from a city block away…maybe Johnny Manziel is walking this way. As we near the building, women start "posing." As we get closer and it's clear I am a regular five-digit earning loser, one of them starts to turn away and says "I thought he was somebody."
Right in front of me.

It's the single loudest laugh I've ever heard my wife produce.

It's all been downhill from there, ego-wise.
 
Unfortunately, this wasn't me - it was a buddy of mine. He was at a youth hockey tournament in metro Detroit, as was Elle Macpherson, whose son was playing. He got a picture with her, and said she was very nice about it.

When I was a first year law student, I did work for my brother's boss, who was a quasi celebrity divorce lawyer who worked from/owned a townhouse in Manhattan. Elle Macpherson was going through a breakup/divorce and was staying with him for a couple of months. So when I would come to the office, she would sometimes just be hanging around. Super nice and effortlessly gorgeous.
 
Went to HS with Sports Illustrated swimsuit model Angie Everhart and TV/Movie star Melina Kanakaredes (Stela Bonasera on CSI NY). Both have aged very well. Melina is incredibly talented. Angie, who did not look like a future supermodel during high school, continues to get roles in minor productions despite underwhelming talent.
 
I was struck by the thunderbolt four times in my life. Two were celebrities.

Late 1980s at the Capital Centre. Went up the portal toward my seat at a Georgetown game, and came face-to-face with Lesley Visser. She left me speechless. (This was before her unfortunate fall.)

The second was at Penn State's Bryce Jordan Center before a women's game as I watched Carolyn Peck climb up the row adjacent to me. "Statuesque" did not do her justice.

A third was high school classmate Jill Horneys, who would go on to become Mrs. Kentucky and then married Kentucky governor John Y. Brown for a while. That settled into a nice friendship, though.
 
Went to HS with Sports Illustrated swimsuit model Angie Everhart and TV/Movie star Melina Kanakaredes (Stela Bonasera on CSI NY). Both have aged very well. Melina is incredibly talented. Angie, who did not look like a future supermodel during high school, continues to get roles in minor productions despite underwhelming talent.
If neither of them was homecoming queen, you had one heck of a high school.
 
I went to college with a woman who I thought was drop-dead beautiful, and (unbeknownst to her) I would pretend to pass out when I saw her. We even had a syndrome named in her honor. Later in life, I discover she's now married to a former head of the CIA. Needless to say, when I've seen her at subsequent alumni functions no such nonsense happens anymore.
 
I was struck by the thunderbolt four times in my life. Two were celebrities.

Late 1980s at the Capital Centre. Went up the portal toward my seat at a Georgetown game, and came face-to-face with Lesley Visser. She left me speechless. (This was before her unfortunate fall.)

The second was at Penn State's Bryce Jordan Center before a women's game as I watched Carolyn Peck climb up the row adjacent to me. "Statuesque" did not do her justice.

A third was high school classmate Jill Horneys, who would go on to become Mrs. Kentucky and then married Kentucky governor John Y. Brown for a while. That settled into a nice friendship, though.

Spring of '82 or '83, Lesley knew somebody in the Dodgers media corps and came to spend a few days in Vero Beach. She played in our afternoon basketball games. It was easy to be distracted when you're guarding her (your frontside on her backside). She played in college and might have been the best player in our games. She took a lot of guff from the print guys for moving from newspapers to TV sideline reporter. She was embarrassed but said she had to do it to further her career. Most of us were stunned when she married ugly old boring deck Stockton.
 
If neither of them was homecoming queen, you had one heck of a high school.

Pretty sure neither was. Melina was a year behind me and Angie Everhart was a couple behind her and may or may not have graduated. She was partying with Van Halen by 11th grade.
 

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