It doesn't happen very often but occasionally, after a martini or two, I blame myself for the d-i-v-o-r-c-e of Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett Johansson...
The time, place and why are not relevant here. Two weeks after he was named "world's sexiest person alive" I met Ryan Reynolds. He was tall, he made me weak in the knees, he was polite (take note Vince Vaughn, he even knew how to say "thank you"), he made me blush, he really was the sexiest man alive.
I would be wise to advise that our interaction took place after I had been at work for 8-hours and was working late, like 6-hours late....
Around 3-hours after he first said hello and made me blush like a giddy little girl, we found ourselves in front on a garden eel exhibit. Glancing over his shoulder he smiled at me and asked while all the eels were looking one direction. We had chatted throughout the evening, but here was my chance. In a moment of delirium I replied "because they have been staring at me for 5-years and now you are here" in a sarcastically witty tone.
And that is when Ryan Reynolds looked at me and laughed. A laugh straight from the gods to his perfect lips.
Seeing our interaction someone in his pose responded "well yeah, he IS the sexiest man alive..." To which Ryan eloquently replied with an adorable eye-roll "that was so two weeks ago, I like her answer" - and I swear his teeth sparkled when he smiled.
Two weeks later, as I waited in the grocery line, I read a tabloid that screamed "Ryan and Scarlett divorce".
I never did read the article - it is much more fun after a few martinis to think my spinster-self maybe contributed to the tabloid headline.
