Small World For Ellen Pompeo, Chris Ivery

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This tidbit isn't new. In fact, it was reported by USA Today over a year ago. But it was new to the Insider, and we thought we would share it with you, because it offers some insight into Ellen Pompeo's background, along with her perspective on life.

Over a patio dinner of filet mignon and Alaskan halibut in L.A., Pompeo, the Grey's Anatomy star, chatted up producer Billy Gerber, who recently filmed the big-screen Dukes of Hazzard remake.

Chris Ivery & Ellen Pompeo
Pompeo mentioned having read Malcolm Gladwell's book Blink, about trusting our instincts, and chatted about how things seem to be interconnected.

For instance, when she first met her boyfriend of several years, music producer Chris Ivery (right) at a grocery store, she was more focused on food than romance.

But two days later, they met again, started dating, and discovered they grew up 10 miles from each other -- and that Ivery knew Pompeo's father.

Ellen hails from Everett, Massachusetts, just north of Boston.

Another coincidence? The Hollywood home she and Ivery rent (or at least rented at the time this article was first published) is just 10 doors down from her Grey's Anatomy true love, Patrick Dempsey. Ivery and Dempsey like to race scooters together down their street.

"It's a very small world," Pompeo said.

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Grey's Anatomy Quotes

MEREDITH: "You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! All the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cares? I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore."
DEREK: "This thing with us is finished. It's over."
MEREDITH: "Finally."
DEREK: "Yeah, it's done."
MEREDITH: "It is done."

There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

Meredith