Though there has been no real confirmation that William Bradley Pitt and Neri Oxman are officially dating, a source swears to Us Weekly the they talk on the phone “several times a day”. If that’s the case, and they’re not boinking, then what the hell are they doing? The only other explanation I can think of is that she tried to explain to him what a Qwark is and Brad keeps calling her back with follow up questions like “Neri, it’s me again. So I was at Whole Foods and they had Qwark next to the yogurt! How does that work? Are cows made out of stars?”. Dear, sweet, William.
The source claims that Brad and Neri are “infatuated with each other,” but since they live on different coasts, they are just “going to have fun and see where it goes”. They also said:
“Their busy schedules are going to be a huge challenge because Neri isn’t going to give up her life in Cambridge or her job at MIT for anyone, even Brad Pitt.”
Plus, there are other rumors. An anonymous tipster wrote in to us saying that Neri is actually dating a NYC hedge fund executive. (She supposedly was dating a “very wealthy man” but dumped him when she met Brad.)
If she does have a boyfriend, she’s doing a piss poor job of telegraphing it. It would be weird for Neri to be putting up with all this media scrutiny and speculation (something Us claims she hates), when she could easily shut it down by going out with her man and holding hands in public if she didn’t get off on quizzing Brad on his pronunciation of big words on the phone every night.
Either way, it’s got me thinking: Would blow up my entire life if I had a chance to bag one of my favs? Say, if Tom Hardy was suddenly into overweight, middle-aged black chicks with glasses and an aversion to avocados, would I dump my husband and sacrifice my privacy for that peen? I don’t think that I would! Neri must be sprung as hell.