Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
It seems that Jen's revolving door of less-thans has finally come to a halt, and she's found him in Justin Theroux.
While the media is busy branding Aniston a "homewrecker," the Horrible Bosses star was busy as well, strolling around New York yesterday afternoon with her new beau.
Not only that, but the two were caught in photos (see breakingnews.vacau.com) wearing matching gold bands on their wedding fingers.
Media sources claim she's been bitten by the Karma bug (or would it be a Karma scarab?) rather than the love bug.
They say she's pulled a Brangelina, by getting hot (they insinuate) with Theroux on the set of the film Wanderlust last fall and now going public in a big way, just a few days after Theroux's girlfriend, costume designer Heidi Bivens, moved out of their shared home last weekend.
According to the New York Post's Page Six, Heidi's rep told them, "Heidi and Justin have been together for 14 years. They met when she was 20 years old and he 24, and yes, she just moved out of their home last weekend. She has no comment."
Wow. That's a lot of math.
As anyone who has ever been in a "long-term" relationship knows—sans the wedding ring, sans a baby or two—14 years may be looked at as a sentence rather than a relationship.
If that's the case, Justin's insides (to be polite) are screaming, Freedom!
For anyone who isn't quite sure who Justin Theroux is exactly, catch him in one of the most creative films in American cinema, Inland Empire, written and directed by David Lynch.
Theroux co-stars with Laura Dern—incredibly casted.
But if you're asking yourself, what Aniston sees in the recently hairier version of Justin Theroux, Inland Empire is mandatory.
Lynch is a master at love scenes, and there's one with Theroux in this film that rates as one of the sexiest...ever.
While most of the media has been too gleefully throwing mud in Jen's face, like a bunch of mean school kids, there is that off-chance that maybe, just maybe, Jen and Justin are "meant to be"—and might find happiness with each other.
Who knows? Maybe even a family.
Because as much as Jen (and a lot of us) didn't want to see it—the way that nutty vixen Angelina snagged Brad, and how they just sort of ooze sex chemistry all these years later—well, as hurtful as it was—it sure looks like love.
Let's hope Jen's finally found that.
And likewise, for Heidi, that lingering doubt—well, it's finally gone. He wasn't the one.
Now good luck finding the guy who is going to make you swoon, leave everything you ever said you loved and adored, buy some matching gold rings, and romp about New York.




