This story, from the National Enquirer, just made my day. Not only that, it gave me a new appreciation for David Beckham. Because anyone who goads Tommy Cruise? Cannot be all bad.
So, picture this: Little Tommy desperately wants to spend time with his man-crush, David. And what better way than to suggest a little sweaty, grueling physical activity. After all, it allows for the possibility that Becks might just take off his shirt and flash those yummy pecs. A gal can hope.
So the friends go for a run up a twisting canyon in L.A. They start out slow, but then David sprints ahead, leaving Tommy to huff and puff to catch back up. Just when he does? Becks starts running backwards and taunting Maverick.
Tom tried to yell back, but was so out of breath he had to stop to try and suck some air back into his 'can't-handle-the-truth-that-he's-not-twenty-five-anymore' lungs. Then--and this is the best part--Becks yells:
"Oh, come on, don't quit. I promise I'll let you keep up."
Tom must've known when he was beat at his own game and just shook his head and walked back to his car. No doubt wondering where his plans for the perfect date had gone terribly, terribly wrong. No after work-out rubdowns, no mutual stretching, nada. Oh, the humanity!
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