There I was at Eddie V’s Prime Seafood on Oak Lawn, enjoying dinner and conversation with my pals Tim Loecker and Ken Maxwell. Jerry Jones had just been there and left. We notice this handsome, buff young guy dining at the table right next to us in a cute hat: MILES AUSTIN! No Kim K. in sight. Several very attractive women stop by his table to say hi. I’m such a dang groupie, I wait until he has finished his dinner, grab my card, go over to him, and scoot real close. Introduce myself.
(Poor guy, I’m thinking, I would totally hate me.)
Turns out he is so nice, so polite, really one of the most gracious celebs I’ve ever met. Mrs. Austin, may I suggest you write a book about raising successful kids because you did everything right!
We chat about a few things, including where he went to college (Monmouth University), the restaurant, Sunday’s game, what position my son played when he played football, did he ever get to meet Kalen Thornton, and I meet his dining partner, a handsome man from New Jersey who later tells me he really loves Dallas.
And then I cannot keep it in any longer. I ask him what every woman wants to ask Miles Austin — when can I come over and do a story on your HOME?
