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| JLH Nut ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Thank-you to Jim for sending me this.... Why we love Love..... ![]() From SheKnows.com - April 2, 2008 Jennifer Love Hewitt Bought Me Dinner Filed under hollywood So it’s staffing season for tv show writers and the musical chairs has begun. My husband is no longer working for Ghost Whisperer and as a sweet goodbye-for-now gesture, Love (as she’s know to her friends) invited us out to dinner with her and her fiance Ross McCall, and another couple. We met her at her favorite local tapas restaurant in an obscure part of the Valley near their house (I won’t reveal its name so it can be kept private and unknown). I was pleasantly surprised at how unhip and un-Hollywood this neighborhood and restaurant is - sandwiched between a dentist’s office and a skin spa, in a sleepy neighborhood whose denizens take advantage of the early bird specials. I’d only met Love once before at a work party, so I was kind of curious about getting to know her better. She and Ross arrived punctually and played the gracious hosts. They were such regulars at this place that they knew everybody and they warmly greeted everyone from the chef, who visited our table, to the busboys. In my observation, there are two kinds of celebrities: “The surly, Leave Me the F*ck alone” type and the “Senior Statesman” type who makes it a point to prove how down-to-earth they are and go out of their way to talk to anybody and everybody. Love is definitely the latter type and you could see everybody basking in her glow. And despite myself, I was charmed by her genuine sweetness and her emotional intensity. I was surprised and taken aback by her earnest nature and how seriously she takes her role as Melinda Gordon on The Ghost Whisperer. We joked about how the tears welling up in her eyes at every crossover was the money shot that sent millions of middle-aged women reaching for their tissues every Friday night. And how it was our secret shame that her crying made us cry, despite ourselves. She’s been working in this industry a long time and it was really surprising to see how idealistic she still seems about the power of tv to reach people. Maybe it’s the fan mail, maybe it’s the people who come up to her who have been moved by the show, but she truly believes that the show helps people deal with the loss of their loved ones by giving them hope of being reunited with them someday. And when the show deviates from this simple formula, she gets frustrated. I just sat back and watched and listened to her and her fiance because I’m a writer and I’m fascinated by others. She’s a smart, savvy woman with a steel core, covered by a soft, mushy exterior. She can wax New-Age about energies and karma and all the spiritual stuff and in the next sentence, drop the F-bomb and call someone out. Her fiance Ross is adorable, charming and someone I could just talk to all day. Of course, I checked out her hair and makeup and clothes. She wore her hair up in a simple ponytail and had full makeup. She’s surprisingly petite and tiny up close. She’s maybe about my height (5 ft. 3) and very pear shaped yet still slender. When I hugged her, I felt her birdlike little shoulder bones. But refreshingly, she’s got some meat on the bone and isn’t an emaciated lollipop. Despite the debacle of her Hawaiian vacation bikini photos, she seemed totally unphased by the pressure to be a stick figure. She ordered for all of us and ate plate after plate of fried empanadas, cheese bread, ribs, Caesar salad with steak and washed down with beer. She even saved room for creme brulee, apple tart and cake. Ross and Love seemed genuinely concerned that we had enough to eat and drink at all times and took great care of all of us. It was old-fashioned and sweet of them to take a dinner invitation seriously and act as hosts for the evening. There was the usual shoptalk about work and gossip about the drama behind the scenes, which I can’t go into here for fear of getting everybody in deep ****. But there was also wedding plans revealed: the dress, the tux, the location. Again, all stuff that I’m sworn to secrecy not to reveal since it’ll be very small and intimate. She and Ross sneakily paid the check behind our backs so there wouldn’t be any argument over the bill. I still have trouble calling her “Love” - it just kind of sticks in my throat. So like my mother-in-law, whom I don’t necessarily feel comfortable calling “mom” or by her first name, I just don’t call her anything. But her nickname suits her because once you get to know her better, what’s not to love about Love? |
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