You Won’t Believe What Happened to Phoebe Cates After ‘Fast Times at Ridgemont High’!

Phoebe Cates starred in many movies, such as “Gremlins” and “Drop Dead Fred,” but she is best known for her famous pool scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” from 1982.

However, Phoebe Cates left Hollywood more than 20 years ago. Nowadays, she has a regular job that she really enjoys.

Phoebe Belle Cates was born on July 16, 1963, in New York City. When she was a young girl, she went to private schools and studied ballet at Juilliard.

Acting was a big part of Phoebe’s family. Her father, Joe Cates, was a producer and director, her uncle was the president of the Director’s Guild, her brother used to be an actor, and her sister, Valerie, worked in theater.

Phoebe wanted to be a dancer when she was younger, but she had to stop after a knee injury.

At 14, Phoebe Cates started modeling and did pretty well. She was even on the cover of Seventeen magazine four times. But she didn’t really enjoy it and wanted to try something new.

“It was just the same thing, over and over. After a while, I did it solely for the money,” Phoebe said about her short modeling career.

One night, at a party at New York’s famous Studio 54, she met her film agent. After that, she trained with Robert Ravan, who founded The Actors’ Circle in New York.

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“I just knew that I didn’t want to go to college. I thought if I could get a few movie roles, it would be a great way to avoid college. Seriously, it’s true,” Phoebe told The Daily Item in 1985.

Phoebe also trained with Alice Spivack at the H.B. Studios. She made her acting debut in 1982, playing Sarah in “Paradise.” Less than a year later, she starred in “Experienced” and then “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” which featured the famous swimming pool scene.

“Fast Times at Ridgemont High” was a big hit with teenagers and became an important part of pop culture. It’s especially famous for one scene that Rolling Stone magazine called “the most memorable bikini-drop in cinema history.”

As a friend of mine said, that scene made a lot of teenage boys’ hearts beat faster than they should have!

In 1982, Phoebe shared her thoughts on acting. “In this business, if a girl wants a career, she has to be willing to strip. If you’ve got a good body, then why not show it?” she said.

“Fast Times at Ridgemont High” had an impressive cast, including future stars like Sean Penn, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Eric Stoltz, and Forest Whitaker.

Jennifer Jason Leigh reflected on the film, saying, “Well, it was a funny thing because we were all so young when we made it. Then it came out and was this big hit. You’d go to the theater, and people would say the lines along with it. People had obviously seen the movie over and over again,” she told The Daily News.

Later on, Phoebe continued working in theater and starred in “Private School” as Christine Ramsey in 1983. She also co-starred in Steven Spielberg’s “Gremlins” in 1984.

Phoebe met Kevin Kline, a well-known theater actor, while auditioning for the 1983 film “The Big Chill.” Although she didn’t get the role, she did meet her future husband.

Kevin was 16 years older than Phoebe, but they didn’t start dating until two years after they first met. Kevin hired Phoebe’s former assistant and asked for help to ask Phoebe out.

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In 1989, Phoebe Cates and Kevin Kline got married in New York City when she was 25 and he was 41. They had their first child, Owen Joseph, in 1991 and their daughter, Greta Simone, in 1994.

By 2017, the couple had been married for 27 years, and many people wondered how they stayed so happy together for so long. “We take care of the marriage,” Kline said.

Although Phoebe was successful, she decided to step away from acting after having their children. In the 1990s, she gradually left the entertainment industry.

In 1998, Phoebe told Playboy that she and her husband had agreed to alternate their acting jobs so that their children would always have one parent at home.

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Kevin Kline mentioned that even when it was Phoebe Cates’ turn to work, she often chose to stay home with their children. Although she did some acting occasionally, she was more often seen with her husband at red-carpet events, as he continued acting regularly.

In 2005, Phoebe opened a store called Blue Tree near Carnegie Hall. The store sells fragrances, clothing, and gifts.

Phoebe dedicated herself to running the store full-time, often working there personally or searching for new products to sell. Today, you can visit her store at 1283 Madison Avenue in New York City, located on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where she also lives.

And just so you know, Phoebe still looks amazing!

Phoebe Cates attends the 71st Annual Tony Awards at Radio City Music Hall on June 11, 2017 in New York City. (Photo by Jim Spellman/WireImage)

What do you think of when you hear Phoebe Cates’ name? I always thought she was a pretty good actress, but the first things that come to mind are her shower scene in the cave in “Paradise” and the bikini scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”

For Months, I Kept Receiving Gifts From a Secret Admirer, but the Truth I Discovered on Valentine’s Day Shocked Me — Story of the Day

I never cared for romance. It always seemed like a fantasy, something that belonged in movies, not real life. But then the gifts started arriving—flowers, chocolates, even books I had wanted. No name, no clues. Just a secret admirer who knew too much. Someone was watching. But who? And why?

To be honest, I was never the romantic type. It had always been that way. Ever since my teenage years, I never understood why everyone was so obsessed with romantic comedies.

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The grand gestures, the dramatic confessions, the over-the-top happy endings—it all felt staged, unrealistic.

Love didn’t work like that in real life. At least, that’s what I believed. Yet, someone decided to prove me wrong.

One day, I arrived at work, juggling my coffee and bag, only to freeze at my desk.

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A massive bouquet of flowers sat there, bright and overwhelming. A note was attached.

My heart pounded as I unfolded it, hoping for a name. But all it said was, “Your smile brightens my days.”

“Did anyone see who brought this bouquet?” I asked, holding up the note.

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Robert looked up from his computer. “No. I was the first one here. It was already on your desk when I arrived.” His usual warm smile made me trust him.

Robert was my favorite coworker. He was kind, thoughtful, and always had my back.

“Wow,” Brian said from across the room. “Someone actually noticed you exist.”

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I rolled my eyes. Brian was my least favorite coworker. Brian never missed a chance to annoy me.

Since my first day at the office, he had made it his mission to get on my nerves.

“Do you have to be like that?” Robert asked, shaking his head. “Jealous the bouquet isn’t for you?”

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Brian smirked. “Oh, look at our knight in shining armor.” He walked off before I could reply.

“Thanks,” I said to Robert.

“Always happy to help,” he said, winking.

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I smiled, pushed the flowers aside, and turned on my computer. Work had to come first.

The thing was, Robert, Brian, and I were each working on a project for the company, but only one of us would receive funding.

Winning meant recognition, respect, and career growth. Losing meant months of effort wasted. I figured that was why Brian had been even more unbearable lately.

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He thrived on competition and loved getting under my skin. This was a battle, and in battles, anything was fair game.

I couldn’t let him—or even Robert—win. I was one of the only women in the company, and I had worked hard to get here.

If my project got funded, it would prove I belonged, that I was just as good—no, better—than the men.

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But then, there were the gifts. The gifts from my secret admirer didn’t stop—they kept arriving almost daily.

At first, I didn’t mind. A bouquet one day, chocolates the next. Then, candy and books—ones I had wanted but never mentioned aloud, at least not that I remembered.

That’s when it stopped feeling sweet and started feeling… unsettling. I wasn’t the kind of person to daydream about romance.

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I didn’t swoon over mystery admirers. I analyzed, questioned, doubted. How did this person know so much about me?

Someone was watching. Someone knew my habits, my preferences. I wasn’t flattered. I was scared.

“You must be happy to have a secret admirer,” Robert said one day, leaning back in his chair.

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“Honestly, it freaks me out,” I admitted.

Robert raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. It’s sweet.”

I shook my head. “Not so sure about that.”

Brian, who had been eavesdropping, smirked. “Right. It’s probably some psycho who’s going to be waiting outside the office one day to get rid of you.”

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I grabbed a pencil and threw it at him. “Only a sick idiot like you would do that.”

Brian dodged it easily. “Touched a nerve?”

I turned back to my work, pushing away the anxious thoughts. My head was already spinning from this project.

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I just wanted to get it over with. The presentation wasn’t until February 14th. Ironic, wasn’t it?

Brian wasn’t done. He strolled over and glanced at my computer screen. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

I turned the monitor away from him. “Stop snooping. You probably just want to steal my idea.”

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“My idea is way better,” Brian said, crossing his arms.

“Sure,” I said, dripping with sarcasm.

Brian rolled his eyes and walked away.

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I sighed and reached for my paper cup, but it was empty. “I really need to buy a water bottle. I’m tired of constantly running to the cooler,” I muttered to myself.

The next morning, when I arrived at work, a sleek new water bottle sat on my desk.

A note was attached. “So you don’t have to keep running to the cooler.” I froze.

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What the…?

Someone had overheard me. Someone from this office.

“Want to grab lunch together?” Robert asked, appearing beside me.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, distracted.

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“Nice bottle,” he said, pointing at it.

“Yeah,” I murmured, picking it up.

“You don’t seem too happy about it. Didn’t you want one?” Robert asked, watching me closely.

I nodded, but my mind kept racing. Something didn’t feel right. Then, it clicked. It was Robert. Robert was my secret admirer.

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He sat next to me every day, close enough to hear my offhand comments. He knew my favorite things.

He had always been kind, always supportive. Who else could it be? It made perfect sense.

I wanted to ask him about it, to confirm my theory. But the presentation was too important.

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I couldn’t let myself get distracted now. My focus had to stay on my project.

On February 14th, we finally presented. The conference room was packed, tension filling the air.

As the discussion began, I listened carefully. Robert’s project came up first.

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Then Brian’s. Executives asked questions, debated ideas. But no one mentioned mine. Not once.

“You’ve talked a lot about Robert’s and my projects, but you haven’t said anything about Leslie’s,” Brian suddenly said, his voice steady.

“You think it’s worth discussing?” our boss, Paul, asked, barely glancing at my report.

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Ouch. That stung.

Brian sat up straighter. “I think it’s the most deserving of the three. It’s obvious Leslie’s project is the best.”

I had to stop my jaw from dropping. Brian, of all people, was defending me?

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“I don’t think so,” Robert cut in. “I still believe mine is the best, or at the very least, Brian’s. Men are better architects than women.”

I felt like I had been slapped. Robert, who I had thought was supportive, had said that?

One of the executives finally looked at my project. He flipped through the pages, nodding slowly. “Actually, I think Brian is right. Leslie’s project is the strongest.”

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A heated debate followed. People argued back and forth, numbers and strategies thrown around. I held my breath, waiting for the final decision.

Nearly an hour later, we walked out of the conference room.

I had won.

My project had been chosen. Relief and pride flooded through me. I knew I had earned it.

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“Thanks for speaking up for me,” I told Brian as we walked down the hallway.

He shrugged, hands in his pockets, then kept walking.

I shook my head and turned to Robert. My excitement was quickly fading. “You were acting weird during the presentation. Especially considering how you feel about me.”

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Robert frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I know you like me. You’re my secret admirer,” I said, crossing my arms.

Robert blinked. “What? Where did you get that idea?”

“Everything fits. Plus, you’re always nice to me,” I said.

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Robert sighed. “I’m just polite. I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh…” My stomach dropped.

“Yeah. And I still think my project should have won,” he added.

I shook my head. “Learn to accept defeat,” I said and walked away.

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If it wasn’t Robert, then who was it?

Now, my secret admirer scared me even more. What if he had some kind of listening device at my desk? How else did he know everything?

That evening, as I left the office, unease settled in my stomach. Brian’s words kept replaying in my head—that one day, my admirer would be waiting outside.

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When I stepped out and saw a figure standing by the door, my heart stopped. I panicked and screamed.

“Oh my God, Brian! You scared me!” I yelled, my pulse racing.

“Sorry,” he said, shifting on his feet.

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“What are you doing here?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Waiting outside the office to get rid of you,” he said, his tone unreadable.

“What…?” My confusion deepened.

Brian sighed. “Remember when we talked about your secret admirer, and I said that one day he’d be waiting for you outside?”

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I interrupted him. “Yeah, but what does that—” I froze. My mind pieced it together. “Wait… it’s you?”

Brian nodded.

Only then did I notice the large bouquet in his hands. Tulips. My favorite.

“But why all of this?” I asked, staring at the flowers.

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“I figured you needed to see a different side of me. Not just the Brian who teases you,” he said, shifting awkwardly.

“You could have just stopped acting like a jerk instead of scaring me half to death,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Yeah… it didn’t go exactly as I planned,” Brian admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

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“So… you like me?” I asked.

Brian covered his face with his hand. “I’m not good at talking about this,” he muttered.

“I’ve noticed,” I said, smirking.

“…Yeah. I do,” he finally said, avoiding eye contact.

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I smiled.

“Well, happy Valentine’s Day,” Brian said, turning to walk away.

“Hey, that’s it?” I called after him. “No invitation to dinner?”

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Brian hesitated. “You’d actually want that?”

I walked up to him and took his arm. “Well, I do need to get to know this other Brian,” I said.

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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: I was living my ordinary life until one of my students gave me a Valentine. It looked familiar, and when I unfolded it, my heart stopped. It was the card I had written years ago for someone I once loved. I had to know how it ended up in his hands—even if it changed everything.

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