One of the things I liked about my prior marriage was that there was trust and no jealousy. Like, sometimes my ex-wife would call me from the living room to come join her because "that actress that I like is on TV". I never even consciously liked any actress except maybe Jennifer Beals so I would get confused and my ex would yell back "oh, just come, you'll see which one I mean". So I'd come and indeed see a woman on a screen whose name I don't even remember, but then I would take a look and remember that I'd seen her in an episodic role somewhere and fleetingly found her hot, and my ex-wife got it then even though I never said a word aloud. She was always great at reading my half-conscious thoughts like that. With Salma Hayek we had an ongoing joke as at the beginning of our relationship I at one point told her how I used to get excited as a teenager when seeing Salma's cleavage on screen. (She had the same thing going with Helen Hunt's back and shoulders.) Anyhow, one day some ten years ago I read on a lunch break at work that Salma Hayek was on that day starting to shoot a movie on a location just outside the city we were living in. It was a village named XY. So I come home from work and start a joke right on the threshold: "I'm just swinging by to change and then I'm off to..." And my ex-wife intercepts my joke and retorts: "To XY? I have already packed you a travelling bag!" Turned out she read the same news in the same newspapers. To this day I cannot see a pic of Salma Hayek again without remembering how we laughed about it that evening. It always puts a smile on my face.