Paula Abdul was leaving as I was going in. "She's short, "I thought to myself, but she smiled and seemed rather gracious.

I had found this executive bathroom once before when I needed some down time, away from the world to re-gather my sensibilities. I was relieved when I found the door open. I jumped in, shut and locked the door while tears eagerly drained from my eyes. I tried to stop the steady stream with the fresh tissues that I pulled from the ceramic box. This was a classy bathroom. Rose wallpaper with green trim, smoky pink carpeting, and fresh flowers preventing any human smell from pervasion.

The lid was already down as I sat on it putting my head between my legs to stop the nausea. How could I have been so stupid to let Christine do this to me again! This time I had to learn from it. I had to find someone to love that appreciated me.

I cried, wiped away my tears, splashed some water on my face and opened the door to head back to the set, but I was instead met by an older gray-haired gentleman smiling. "Hello there."

For some reason I was stuck, "Hello," I stuttered. Then, again, my emotion left my control and I wept standing in front of this well-intended man in the bathroom doorway.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"No," I barely said between my sobs.

He was flustered, but anxious to help. Men are funny that way with women's tears.

"Come with me," he said and guided me to his office. I glanced at his secretary as she looked at me-- she lookedterrified. Did she think he hit me?

He sat me on his guest couch and sat across from me in a chair, leather, very nice. I couldn't believe I was losing control like this.

"Why are relationships so hard." I blured out. "I mean I really loved this person. All my life I wanted someone like her." I was too distraught to see his response to my revelation, so I continued "Why do people cheat? Why not just break up? I mean she literally took my heart out and broke it -- on purpose!!" I mumbled on for a while, and when I finally glanced up, I saw he looked truly sorry for me.

He told me that he had a meeting but that I should stay in his office as long as I needed. This was a man, I thought. He reminded me of my dad and told him so, trying to convey to him that I'm usually pretty together.

"Hey, we all got our days, even me."

"Who are you? If that's rude, I'm sorry."

"No, no...Henry Applegate."

"Oh fuck, you are kidding! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"Don't worry. I've heard the word before." He said as he headed towards the door to leave, "Like I said, take as long as you need."

As he left his office, I remained frozen-- realizing this man who just helped me was THE FUCKING PRESIDENT OF THE STUDIO!

He's rumored to be the biggest asshole, but hey, he was actually pretty nice.