"On Monday, it was pouring rain, and I arrived at the Cathy Hardwick offices thinking we would be going out to a restaurant. No. We had tomato soup and bologna sandwiches in her office. Halfway through lunch, Tom got up and said he needed to get back to work. At this point I'm thinking, I'm 38 and he's 25. He's not into geezers. Three strikes, you're out.
I had been back in my office about 10 minutes when the phone rang.
'Hello.'
'This is Tom Ford from Cathy Hardwick. I was calling to see if I could ask you out for a drink or dinner some evening.'
I was totally thrown off guard, because I was starting to think he was a stuck-up little prick, so I said, 'Well, tonight and tomorrow night I have business dinners. Wednesday evening I leave for the country and Thanksgiving weekend. What about a week from Wednesday?' He said that was fine. Then we stayed on the phone for a few minutes and he actually started talking to me, and I thought, He's not stuck-up at all. Finally I said, 'Look, the dinner tomorrow night is tentative. If it is canceled, can I call you at the last minute?' He said, 'Sure.' "
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