Glenn Ford first met Marilyn Monroe in March 1960, when he presented her with a Golden Globe Award for her performance in Some Like It Hot, and early in 1962 they met again at a party for Abraham Ribicoff, who was then President Kennedy’s Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare and would soon run for U.S. senator in Connecticut. Glenn found Marilyn to be a delightful person, interesting and amusing, he said, but full of insecurities. Late in the evening someone said something to upset her, possibly her psychiatrist, who was there and in strangely close attendance, as Glenn remembered. She came up to Glenn, very distraught. He recalled:
She said, “Glenn, would you give me a ride home?” I said, “Of course, Marilyn.” I could see she was upset. She wanted to go right away, without looking back. I followed her outside and took her to my car, and we drove off. I said, “What’s your address, Marilyn? I don’t know where you live.” She said, “No, Glenn, let’s go to your home.”
We went to my place She was interested int he paintings that were hanging in my home, and I told her about each of them. There was one in particular she liked very much, and I said, “If you like it so much, I want you to have it.” And she was very pleased about that. And then she wanted to drink Champagne. I took out some Champagne, and Marilyn drank the entire bottle in about two seconds. Then she wanted another.
We were in the bar, on the plaid sofa. She said, “Just hold me.” And I did. And then she wanted to do more, and we did….She stayed until the morning. And then she forgot to take the painting. I still have it. I never saw her again. A loveable but troubled person. I wish I had gotten a chance to know her better and maybe to help her if there was a way. A few months later she was dead.
After she died, Glenn, wistful about their brief time together, went and took down the painting he had intended to give to her. On the wood frame on the back he wrote some lines about the night they had spent together so he would never forget. He drew a red heart in ink and wrote, “When we made love she whispered, ‘I wish I could die right now while I’m happy.’…..Now she is gone.”
—Excerpt from Glenn Ford: A Life