One for the Ladies
I was sitting in the lobby of the Carlyle Hotel yesterday when George Clooney, wearing jeans and a long coat, walked in and stood next to me chatting with some handlers for a couple of minutes before taking the elevator to his room.

Since every woman I know swoons over George Clooney, I would like to say that he's got bad skin and a paunch. (That competitive male thing.) But in truth, I can not. The guy's a hunk, as handsome in real life as on screen. And, as far as one could tell in a brief encounter, he had a nice way about him, too—relaxed, friendly, approachable—especially considering that he'd just run a gauntlet of papparazzi to get into the hotel. Kind of reminded me of someone else I used to know.  ¶ 8:11 AM