Somewhere, Ross is weeping. Jennifer Aniston has raised the stakes on her budding romance with John Mayer by bringing him to meet her former "Friends" co-star and longtime BFF, Monica Courteney Cox.

On Sunday, the impeccably coiffed couple were snapped hanging out and getting hands-on at the Malibu, Calif., pad of Cox and her husband, David Arquette.

According to People, Jen, 39, and John, 30, cuddled up on the home's deck as they watched the sun go down.

Jen and John take a dip into the dating pool in Miami.

The outing capped a weekend of intensive together-time for the fledgling flames, who have recently been caught on camera getting touchy-feely in Miami and New York.

"He's telling everyone that he's 'in love with a very special woman,'" a Mayer buddy tells the mag. "He sounds love-struck."

Jennifer and John reportedly rendezvoused on Saturday and spent the day holed up at her Los Angeles pad, with a source unnecessarily sharing, "They were happy to see each other."

That night, the actress, who's been in Philadelphia working on "Marley & Me," and the crooner, just back from a Hawaiian respite, broke bread at the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where a rhapsodic spy tells OK! they appeared "very much in love" and "only had eyes for each other."

But those moony glances were replaced by a deer-in-headlights look as they made their exit -- with Mayer behind the wheel -- amid an explosion of flashbulbs.

The paparazzi tracked them down at Aniston's place, as well, capturing Mayer on her balcony as he peered through binoculars in an apparent attempt to locate their long-range lenses.

John also had to navigate through a scrum of shutterbugs on the drive out to Malibu, with Jen once again riding shotgun as her dog Norman chilled in the backseat.

When not ducking photographers or chauffeuring Aniston around Los Angeles, Mayer found time to write another deep-thought-filled blog post, this one a discourse on how life no longer seems to imitate the woo-hoo-for-the-little-guy message of "Goonies."

"Go back into the annals of beloved '80s films, and you'd be hard pressed to find a movie closer to the hearts of thirty-somethings than 'The Goonies,'" submits the singer. "The template: nerdy but affable underdog(s) suffer unrelenting ridicule by jocks in varsity letter jackets but ultimately have their comeuppance, usually stealing a smoking hot girlfriend or two in the process."

Mayer then deconstructs the flick's prototypical jock, Troy: "He's good-looking, rocks a period-relative badass Mustang convertible and he's a total [male part of the anatomy that rhymes with 'tick'). All we can do from the moment Troy enters the frame is to wait with baited breath to see Troy lose and the Goonies win."

But the long-winded warbler wonders what has become of "the better part of a generation that once walked out of their local theater rooting for the Mikeys and Chunks and Datas of the world? They've turned into Troys. Troys who can't accept the differences in others and condemn the things they don't understand. Finger-pointing, s**t-talking Troys."

(We'd like to think we've moved more toward the Sloth ideal, but anyhoo ...)

Continues Mayer, "Ask yourself: with whom do you identify more these days, Troy or the Goonies? And if you're reading this and you happen to be an Internet s**t-talker, could it be because you think I'm Troy? Because honest to God, I've always fancied myself a Goonie; the underdog who toppled over the narrow-minded naysayers and walked away with a treasure."

(And by "treasure," we assume he means one of Aniston's itty-bitty bikinis.)

"So maybe this whole thing is one big misunderstanding and it turns out we don't need to go down as a generation remembered as having spent the '00s wearing our asses like hats after all," he concludes. "Maybe it will turn out that we needed a little time to figure out that in the end we're all just a bunch of Goonies."

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