Hump, Hump, Hump.
If you’d only asked.
Maybe that night in Rome when you and Luke Jackson were hanging out on the street outside the hotel wondering if there was anywhere cool to go, you could have said: “Hey, dude. What should I do with my life?” But, no, you had to ask: “Hey, dude, know anywhere we should go?”
I would have told you: Find a nice woman, a normal woman, someone who was, you know, not famous for any discernible reason other than, well, I have no idea why she was famous.
Nor do I really care.
But it sure sounds to me as if you got played. Like a fiddle. Good guy swept up in a bit of a whirlwind and it sure didn’t work out, did it?
Someone got rich off that circus of a wedding and I can’t imagine it was you. Magazines paying money to have the pictures? Stupid celebrity TV shows caring? My goodness gracious, Hump, what were you thinking.
As an aside to Irregulars, a disclaimer: I like Hump. Quite a bit, actually. Good guy. Some Stage Father/Mother issues but a lot of pro athletes have those and maybe he was a bit naïve because of it.
Not a Mensa guy but who among us is? His heart was always in the right place, it seems. Except for this time around.
Sure, I bet he loved What’s Her Name quite a lot. I’m sure he had a lot of fun playing the guy in a girl-dominated relationship, if I know Kris he liked being Kris in the Kim and Kris dynamic.
But who’s to blame for that?
I’m tired – and you should be, too – of this whole TMZification of our lives and times. Who gives a rat’s bum whether Kris Humphries is dating some interweb floozy only famous for being famous? Do we really need to know? Do we really need to follow them on almost every step of the way to the alter just because we’ve heard of them and some trashy TV show says we should?
I believe back in day – you know, almost three months ago – we let out a big yawn about the Hump nuptials and may have mentioned that of all the things going in the world the “romance” might have been the most inconsequential thing of all. It was boring then, it’s boring now.
And, sadly, I think it says more about us than it does about them that there are so many out there who care today that the marriage didn’t last as long as the NBA lockout and is the butt of jokes the twitterverse wide.
That said, I feel bad for Hump; she got richer and more famous (for no apparent reason), he got dumped.
I should have found him a nice girl that night on the street in Rome.