J. Lo Patrol

Last week, after a work meeting, I gave a colleague a ride to their next appointment. The next day, I received a call from a superior asking if I was in a relationship with the individual. I replied honestly, “No.”

A few days later, I shared the story with a coworker as  I gave her a ride to an offsite work event. “You’re like J. Lo. People see you out and about and immediately assume you’re in a relationship with whoever is with you. Next thing you know your picture is smeared on the cover of a grocery store magazine.” “If that’s true, you might want to make sure you smile because you’re the next person to get out of the car, thus be in a relationship, with me,” I replied.

We finished the offsite meeting and excused ourselves from it advising participants, “We’ve got rumors to spread and paparazzi to please.”

As we returned to the office, another coworker was leaving and pulled his pant leg up as though he was soliciting business. “How much?” I asked. “No wonder people are watching you,” the other coworker said while sneaking out the backseat. “Not ‘people,'” I replied and added, “The J. Lo Patrol. There is a difference.”

Once back in the office I decided to Wikipedia J. Lo and found we have some things in common. American. Actress. Dancer (don’t listen to what FatGirl tells you). Philanthropist (it’s for the kids). Her “public image and personal relationships have attracted worldwide media attention.” My public image and personal relationships attract social media attention. Oh, and Bradley Cooper.