He was Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor for decades, a notorious playboy that collected pretty women like baseball cards, and who vowed to never surrender his life to matrimony.
But something happened on the way to perpetual adolescence, mid-life, George Clooney found love over lust…and it was more than beauty that tamed the beast.
The beauty was an exceptional young lawyer named Amal, and suddenly the confirmed bachelor found himself desperately wanting nothing more than to give her his last name.
It was a whirlwind courtship, quick, deliberate, chivalrous, and with a fairy-tale ending.
The grey fox of Tinseltown claimed a bride, and she was his equal, if not his superior.
Gone were the red carpet eye candy, the shamelessly younger women that he was old enough to father, and in their place stepped a respectable, and permanent vision of a woman, one that for the first time demanded more attention than even himself.
And the need to stare at her with wonder was not out of celebrity, or even curiosity as to how she slay George’s insatiable tom cat libido, but the awe of her presence, the sheer dignity she carried herself with was enough to turn any head.
Even for the likes of George Clooney this appeared to be quite the catch, and George knew it too.
And like all thankful men, he has never wasted the opportunity to fawn over his true love.
“I’ve never been happier in a relationship by any stretch of the imagination. At 52 I found the love of my life and I’m really happy,” Clooney gushed in a recent interview.
Like a giddy school boy he bounced in his chair, a slight blush upon his face at the mention of Amal.
Delighted as could be that she of all women, is Mrs. Clooney.
