“She had her publicist reach out to my label’s publicist to give me her number.
Totally normal courtship,” the singer-bassist reveals in EW’s exclusive excerpt.
But that very same night, he did fall in love with the woman who would become his wife.
Blink-182’s Mark Hoppus; Melissa Joan Hart.Credit:Matt Winkelmeyer/Getty for Children’s Hospital Los Angeles; Dia Dipasupil/Getty
So in a way, the rocker did live happily ever after.
Read EW’s exclusive excerpt from the book below.
Later that night I went on a date with the actress Melissa Joan Hart.
Mark Hoppus' new memoir, ‘Fahrenheit-182’.Harper Collins
When we got on the phone, I played it cool.
I thought I was so slick using this Hollywood industry jargon, but I doubt it impressed her.
I was newly famous, but she had been famous for years.
Melissa and I went to a sushi restaurant in the Valley.
It was an awful date.
She was very nice, but we weren’t connecting.
Everything in her life revolved around acting, and it was hard to relate to her about anything else.
And I’m sure from her perspective, all I could talk about was music.
We just weren’t a great match.
After dinner she took me to her house and showed me around.
She had a beautiful place nearby with a view that overlooked the city and a huge hot tub.
I thought she might be hinting that we should get in the tub.
I told her I had an early set time and that I should probably get going.
She dropped me back at my hotel.
When I got to my room I checked my messages on my cell phone.
Skye had left a voicemail asking me to give her a call.
I called her back and some light pleasantries quickly turned into deep conversation.
We talked about everything.
We talked about where we grew up and what our families were like.
We talked about our careers.
We talked about our favorite albums.
She liked more pop stuff and wasn’t familiar with the underground punk bands that I named.
She liked rock music generally, though, and that was close enough for me.
We talked for so long that the sun came up and we realized we’d talked all night.
What the hell!Just an iron wall of professionalism.
But after the cameras stopped rolling, one of them kept flirting with me.
She whispered in my ear, “I was just inPenthouse.
Do you want to see my spread?”
My bluff was called.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged and said, “Not really?”
The third and final day of the shoot was August 6.
She said her friends and some music industry people would be there.
She and I were the first ones to arrive.
We sat at the bar and drank Diet Cokes.
An older guy next to us struck up a conversation, asking what our story was.
“Oh, us?”
“Well, we’re married.”
Skye didn’t miss a beat and backed me right up.
“And we have one kid, a boy.”
We made up this elaborate life for ourselves, filled with love and adventure.
The guy bought it all and we chuckled internally at our shared fiction.
After the party, Skye drove me to my hotel.
I leaned in to kiss her and she kissed me back.
I still remember her perfume.
One kiss became several.
After a while the valet gave up and went back inside.
But I got too cocky.
I admit it was a move way beyond my skill level.
She pulled back immediately.
“I don’t like that.
Stop doing it.”
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
We started dating in secret.
I made weekly trips from San Diego to L.A. to stay with her.
Those became daily trips.
Then I just started staying at her apartment.
In the mornings she went to work, and I’d look for ways to kill time.
Weeks turned into months, and we continued keeping our relationship quiet.
Skye was great at what she did.
She can listen to a new song and tell you it’s going to be a hit.
Six months later, it’s the biggest song in the country.
I thought my new music industry connections made me so important, but none of that mattered to her.
One night, after we were more public with our relationship, I brought Skye to a celebrity gala.
After dinner, a woman came to our table and told me Jay-Z wanted to meet me.
Holy fucking s—.
Jay-Z knows who I am?
And wants to meet me?!
I had to play it cool.
“Why, yes, I’d love to meet Mister Z.
Hey, Skye, want to go and say hi to Jay-Z?
Apparently, he wants to meet me?”
We followed the woman through a maze of tables.
Jay stayed seated when I arrived but shook my hand and gave me a one-armed bro hug.
I’m a big Blink fan.
Love what you guys are doing, man.
Keep it up."
I don’t even remember what I said in response.
Probably something about being honored and thank you and likewise.
I think I asked him if he liked the fish?
Then I gathered myself.
This was my big chance to impress Skye.
How’ve you been?"
He hugged her hello and I realized that they’d worked together a million times before on MTV specials.
He asked about her coworkers.
They caught up about mutual friends.
Chatted it up about labels and videos.
I might’ve been a famous musician, but Skye was the cool one in our relationship.
***Excerpt fromFahrenheit-182by Mark Hoppus.
Copyright 2025 by Stupid Idiot, Inc. Used with permission by Dey Street Books, an imprint of HarperCollins.
