Week 53…

Hello people!  Happy Monday, Happy Monday, Happy Monday! 

Why am I so happy?  Well…apart from all the crack, I suppose I’m so effing jolly cause I’m on vacation!!  That’s right, I busted my hump for the month of May so that I culd usher in June in the welcoming bosom of the Big Apple herself.  I’m in New York City, kids!  Wooo hooo! 

Many of ya’ll don’t know that Her Hotness lived in NYC (Brooklyn, to be specific) for five fantastic years.  I absolutely love this city!  I come back at least once a year to visit and play, and this trip is no different.  I have the best peeps here.  The best!  I’ve laughed more over the past 48 hours than I have in a while.  This time tomorrow I will be donning my beloved Jeter tee and heading up to the boogie down Bronx where Manspiration after Manspiration after Manspiration awaits!  Talk about helping Her Hotness achieve her hotness…the Yanks live are almost toooo much of a good thing!!  And I’ve got effing great seats (thank you Visa!) and am going with effing great friends, with the fabulous Miss Gee among them.  She’d like to say hi:

Enchante, ya’ll.  Charmed I’m very sure.  It is true that I am in the present company of your one and only, Her Hotness.  She fell from the morning sky o’er Manhattan, loaded with luggage, weary and worn, yet happy and hot hot hot.  Up the stairs she climbed, and my eyes caught sight of this most lovely creature of obvious health, ever-growing strength, and possibly even a new grace that comes to those who are easy with themselves.  Those who are sure.  Those who are well.  Those who are hot!  She, who has always been a beauty, remains so and indeed is more so! 

Her Hotness bids me to close. Derek Jeter awaits us.  It shall be a glorious summer day.  Blue skies, a few beers, good friends, and God’s finest work displayed below our lofty view.  What could be better, I ask you?  Greeting you all has been a pleasure.  Now away I go.

Doesn’t she rock?!

Wednesday brings continued Manjoyment, as I also have tickets (thank you Visa!) to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof starring former Hot Manspiration of the Week Terrence Howard.  (I am a complete theater geek and adore, adore, adore Tennessee Williams…this was the first show I ever acted in professionally, so it holds a particularly soft spot in my heart…and how fitting that the one show I manage to sneak in whilst here has Hot in the title?!) 

Needless to say, I did not weigh in this morning.  I don’t have my scale…in fact, I don’t even think there is one in my friend’s apartment.  And that’s fine with me.  I have been so consumed with food and goals and working out these past few weeks that it is nice to just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor (though I am still enjoying fruit, don’t worry Eileen!).  My peeps here have been overwhelmingly kind in their praise of my shrinking bod…I guess you could say that they are Friendspiring me!  My mother, whom I have not seen since January, will be with me on Wednesday…I can’t wait to see her reaction.  I’ll be spending this weekend in my hometown of Harrisburg, PA with family members galore…I’m sure they will Famspire me.  (We’re throwing a surprise 80th birthday party for my grandmother…perhaps I am throwing too much caution to the wind in revealing the surprise party on the freaking Internet, but the only thing my grandmom knows of the Internet is Netflix, and I take care of that for her…so long as she keeps getting her episodes of Charmed or Doogie Howser, MD she’s happy….by the way, if you are reading this and you know my grandmother you’d better keep your mouth shut!  You give away this surprise and I WILL find you…) 

My cross country sojourn ends next Monday, so my next Weekly Speak won’t come ’till Tuesday (prob in the evening…a sister’s gotta sleep!).  And then Father’s Day is coming…you know what that means!!!

And in conclusion, I’d like to pose a query raised by my dear friend Michael yesterday afternoon (and yes, there may have been a few bottles of wine involved):  Wouldn’t it be so much fun if Steven Cojocaru were here?

Seriously, wouldn’t it?!

Hot Manspirations of the Week:  Ahhh kids, I’m in a New York state of mind.  I’ve got three gents that are quintessential NYC to me…each brings his own special flava to the delicious dish that is Manhattan…we’ve got Jay-Z, the Brooklyn born former gangster turned exceptional rapper and even better businessman…not classically good looking but freaking sexy as HELL…a sexiness built out of talent, I suppose…talent and a KILLER wardrobe…Beyonce is no idiot, this one is definitely a keeper….next we have the Long Island born former indie filmmaker turned successful actor and supermodel baby daddy…Ed Burns’ looks have aged remarkably well, turning this former pretty Irish boy into a sharper, more rough hewn, sexier Hot Man…Christy Turlington is no idiot, this one is defintely a keeper…last up we have Liev Schrieber, uber-talented, uber-tall brooding star of stage and screen…I can personally vouch for the Hotness of this one, as I used to run into him every morning on my way to work…I worked for NYU in a building adjacent to the Public Theater…he worked out at the Crunch across the street…he’d be all sweaty and ripped and Hot and I’d try not to stare…but I’d fail…I think he started to recognize me after a while, which gave me no end of happiness…Naomi Watts is no idiot, this one’s a keeper!

See ya next week kids.  Here we go Yankees, here we go!  (clap, clap!)

Week 54:  down 3 pounds (-53 pounds total!)

Hello HMD’ers!  Wait…shhh…do you hear that?  Listen closely…it is the sound of silence.  The pristine, crystal clear sound of one being completely alone in one’s own apartment.  And it is glorious!

Ha!

Seriously kids, I am happy as a clam to be back in mi casa.  But more on that later.  First, let me apologize for my blogular lateness.  Jet lag has had her way with me these last two days, and she is a harsh mistress that won’t be ignored.  Rest assured, I did weigh in first thing Tuesday morning.  Speaking of…

Holy crap!  Can you believe I lost weight on vacation?!?!?  I sure as hell can’t!  Talk about breaking a bad habit…the last two times I ventured eastbound I came back with more cushion for the pushing and totally off track, food and exercise-wise.  Not so this trip.  Why do you suppose that is?  Because of YOU, dear peeps, because I knew I’d have to fess up to whate’er that scale did say.  Add to that a vocal and vehement Secret Weapon who was never more than a text away, and there was no way I could lose. 

That being said, I think I ate every carb in Manhattan.  I’m cereal.  And I drank like a fish, like a parched effing fish.  I was awash in poor choices, both with foodstuffs and boytoys.  (That I saw a glorious sunrise over the Williamsburg Bridge while doing the cab ride of shame back from Brooklyn must remain betwixt us, dear peeps…remember - 2008 is all about the date…in LA - Ha!)  I knelt at the altar of good times, good times and allowed it to consume me mind, body and spirit…ahh…it was all up to you, New York, wasn’t it?   I hadn’t the power to resist…

And so it was that my last four days in Pennsylvania were a desperate climb back to health, back to normalcy…or at least as “normal” as one can get when one goes from living alone to shacking up with upwards of six family members.  Oy!  ’Taint an easy thing to do!  Let’s face it, kids - Her Hotness has become super high maintenance.  Especially when it comes to food.  I’ve become “That Girl”, you know, that girl that buys unsweetened organic soy milk, that girl who no longer cooks any pasta, that girl that only shops at Trader Joe’s because she’s convinced the major chain stores are trying to kill her (and Whole Foods is too expensive), that girl who only allows sweet treats in the house if guests are coming for dinner (and taking any leftover sweet treats with them)…so you can imagine how that girl reacted when she found out that the menu for last Friday’s extended family get together consisted of lasagna (eeck!), brownies (whaaa?!) and a ginormous coconut cake (OH HELL NO!!!).  Ya’ll - I freaked out!  I blew a gasket!  I went apeshit on my family (my mother in particular) and threw a full blown temper tantrum.  I was PISSED.  And while I might have had a point - did we really need TWO desserts? - my reaction was childish and mean and it sullied the good name of Hot Man Diet.  Bad Leah, very bad!  To my family, my most heartfelt apologies.  I am sorry.

But as they say, alls well that ends well.  I booked it to the store, determined to fight the good fight…I bought a cart’s worth of fresh produce, all organic and, when possible, locally grown…I came home and started cooking, right in the midst of lasagna and coconut cake heaven…I roasted eggplant and garlic and whipped it together with some spices and herbs and made a fantastic dip (as soon as I “perfect” the recipe I’ll give it to ya’ll, I promise)…I made a beautiful salad with mixed greens and corn and peppers and artichoke hearts  (it was the first time many of them had eaten artichokes)…and of course I rolled out my classic - roasted asparagus and broccoli.  And how did the fam react?  They loved it!  They were eating new things, trying them on for size…my niece has discovered the joys of yellow squash dipped in a little salad dressing, my grandmother ate almost ALL of the roasted broccoli, my cousin was trying to memorize several of my cooking techniques and everyone, EVERYONE got some needed veggies that they, gasp!, enjoyed eating.  How stoked was I?  Completely stoked, of course!  I’m becoming ”That Girl”, you know, that girl who wants to make the world a little healthier…because…aw,come on…you know I have to say it…

Nothing tastes as good as a Hot Man feels!

Yeah.  I’m SO That Girl!

Hot Manspirations of the Week:  Ya’ll may recall that part of my NYC intinerary included a Wednesday afternoon delight in the form of one Mr. Terrence Howard onstage in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.  It was fantastic!  He was HOT!  Spent the entirety of the show in either a bathrobe or white silk pajamas, all tall and Hot and built and Hot and angry and Hot and drinking and Hot!  Ahhh, Tennessee Williams just knows what to do with men, doesn’t he?  And the men have flocked to his work over the years…Marlon Brando almost single handedly pushing Broadway into modern times with his legendary turn in A Streetcar Named Desire…Alec Baldwin showing up years later to put his then really Hot (he hasn’t aged poorly, but my god he was gorgeous when he was younger) stamp on the same part, with a teenaged Her Hotness in the audience, natch, the young stirrings of Hot Manspiration rumbling through her body…and then there’s Paul.  Paul Newman.  Paul Newman as Brick in the film version of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.  Paul Newman and Liz Taylor.  Two of God’s most perfect creatures together on one screen…and while the film may be little more than a compromised version of the play (Hollywood being terrified of getting even mildly close to the homosexual overtones that give the stage version it’s haunting heft) it gave us another chance to wonder at the wonder that is Paul Newman.  Just look ya’ll, just look at that man…just look at that man and believe…such beauty exists…we had it…we still have it, for a bit longer…my goodness, that there IS such a man…there are no words…

Week 55:  up .5 pounds (-52.5 pounds total!)

Good afternoon, kids!  Yet again, Her Hotness is showing up to the party a tad late…let’s just call this one fashionably late and then let’s kiss and make up and re-focus on the Hotness…I’ve got a bunch in store for you today!

As for that minor blip in my weight-dar, fear not dear HMD’ers.  Two words: wine tasting.  A few more words to explain what in the hell that means: I spent the weekend up in Santa Barbara county with my gal pals (the best peeps ever!) visiting vineyards and throwing back some grape hooch.  Good times, good times!  And we all know that with good wine comes good food, so maybe I wasn’t as strict with myself as I usually am.  No worries, kids, no worries.  

(Also, maybe I continued the party well into last night…and maybe I’m completely hung over today and wishing that I could take my head off for a while, at least until it stops trying to kill me…and maybe I’m totally talking myself out of a Taco Bell run, because let’s face it, some tacos would be effing good right now…and maybe I’m still a little peeved at the pack of Hot young Norweigan boys that were staying at our motel in Solvang…because maybe at least one of them should have tried to make out with me!…and maybe I’m over it because maybe last night Venice was a veritable Hotbed of Hotness…and maybe, just maybe this third cup of coffee will calm the evil forces currently o’ertaking my noggin…someone bring me some tacos!)

Anyhoo…

Hot Dads.  Is there anything Hotter than a Hot Dad?  I think not.  Fatherhood turns mere Hot Men into Hot Manspirations, all loving and Hot and caring and Hot and doting and Hot…particularly those Hot Dads who really seem to love their parental tasks…we enjoy them more because of the devotion they bring to their little creations…we see their commitment and their passion and their attentiveness and it makes us swoon…and while we would never want to invade their family circle, we can’t help but wish we were the women by their sides…we did it last year and now ’tis time to do it again…a salute to some of our favorite Hot Dads.  Happy Father’s Day!

The Hollaback Hot Dad

Gavin Rossdale has been in my Hot Manspiration mix for over a year now, yet he’s never actually made it on the site.  Why?  I dunno.  Call it stupidity, call it an egregious oversight, call it whatever you want…fact is, he should have been here ages ago.  But good things come to those who wait.  Cause Gavin is HOT.  Like smack-yo-mama Hot!  There’s that accent (panty dropper!), there’s that body (tall and built, a soccer physique), there’s the hair (long and curly and Hot or short and buzzed and Hot)…and then there’s the fact that he’s picked one of the coolest women in the world to be his wife and baby mamma, when he could have had any number of anonymous, boring model waifs.  Kudos, Mr. Gwen Stefani.  Kudos!

The X-Factor Hot Dad

Hugh Jackman is another Hot Dad who has not nearly received the HMD attention he deserves.  He showed up as a Request and Dedication last year, but has fallen off our Mandar in recent months.  Bad Leah, very bad Leah!  Hugh Jackman is an unconscionably good looking man!  His arms alone provide oodles upon oodles of Hot Manspiration…almost enough to keep one from away from wine tastings for quite a few months (my liver is currently lobbying for the same thing).  And here’s another one who could have easily traded in his wife for a younger, sleeker version but instead decided to adopt two babies on the (thankfully) quiet tip.  (I’m talking to you, Angelina.)  Another lovely move from this loveliest of Hot Men…sigh…Manspiration, indeed…

The Romantic Hot Dad

Don’t say it.  Don’t even think it.  Don’t try and tell me that Seal isn’t Hot.  Don’t!  Back it up, sit down, shut up and listen to me - Seal IS Hot.  Smoking Hot.  His is a Hotness independent of physical perfection…’tis a Hotness born of character, a Hotness that shines from the inside out (though that ridonkulous bod doesn’t hurt), built on the rocks of a rough childhood and then released through his almost slavish devotion to his physically perfect wife and their twelve million babies…it as if the Big Director in the sky said, ”Let’s reshoot that life once more with feeling,” because Seal feels.  He wears his heart on his sleeve just as clearly as he wears the scars on his face and it works.  Oh my, does it work.  If you don’t believe me, just ask Heidi…she seems awfully satisfied…

The New Hot Dad on the Block

Yes, he’s become a fantastic actor.  Yes, he’s become a really good producer with a great eye for material.  Yes, he was nominated for an Oscar.  But he’ll always be Marky Mark to me!  Picture this:  Harrisburg, PA, circa 1991 (or so)…Her Hotness, in the full throes of adolescent awkwardness, goes with a friend to see Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch at Club Met on Cameron St.  A small venue, to say the least, puts the two lasses ever so close to the stage.  Enter a tank top clad Mark Wahlberg, bringing good vibrations to every female in the hizzy.  End song one.  Tank top comes off.  Another thirty five minutes of a topless future Oscar nominee puts Her Hotness in a tizzy….I didn’t know a chest could look like that…could be SO well built, SO ripped, SO perfect…I would never be the same…

The Return of the Hot Dad

Ben Affleck, you almost lost us.  Seriously.  We were such big fans, what with Good Will Hunting and your hilarious turn in Shakespeare in Love.  Such promise!  But then you faltered.  You started to believe the hype.  You wanted to be the Biggest Movie Star EVER, or so it seemed, and your choices suffered for it.  (I still want my money back for Pearl Harbor!)  The movies sucked, you seemed incredibly full of yourself, and the whole Bennifer fiasco seemed to put the final nail in the coffin…but wait…was there actually more to you than covers of US Weekly and poker tournaments in Vegas?  Could you really get back to the heart of the matter and find yourself again?  Would your second chance be built upon the solid foundation of the love of a much better Jennifer?  Would it include co-producing the smiliest baby ever conceived in Hollywood?  And, even more importantly for those of us who believed that you deserved that Oscar lo those many years ago, would you really become the filmmaker we’ve all been waiting for?  Well, well…I guess we were wrong to write you off so soon.  Keep fighting the good fight!  We need your Manspiration.

You know, the Willis/Moore/Kutcher clan is truly remarkable.  And quite Manspiring.  That Mom and Dad could separate and remain friends is a feat in and of itself.  That Mom could turn around and snag herself a Hot Young Stud is awesome!  That Hot Young Stud and former Hot Young Stud turned Hot Dad could become friends…that defies almost all of the laws of logic.  And it makes for one of the Hottest unconventional families we’ve ever seen. 

To all of the Hot Dads in the world, I wish you a very Happy Father’s Day!  Thank you for being Hot, thank you for being Dads!

Week 56:  down 0 pounds (-52.5 pounds total!)

Good morning y’all.  Holy crap, am I up early!  Oh well…I absolutely had to bring you this week’s entry on time, I have been so appallingly late as of late.  Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do…coffee - don’t fail me now!

Kids, I’m here today to have what my friend Ang calls a “Come back to Jesus” conversation.  I have a confession to make: I am a summer drinker.  I know, I know, it’s hard for me to believe as well, but this spade has gotta call a spade a spade.  Clearly I am being all kinds of sarcastic with that last sentence.  I am a drinker for all seasons, but there’s no denying that my enjoyment of the hooch rises in almost direct proportion to the outdoor temp.  Something about the hot weather moves me in all the wrong ways.  I become obsessed with socializing and good times, good times and doing anything that doesn’t involve responsibility, commitment or accountability (the three cornerstones of any effective life change…great.)  I’ve talked about Summer Leah before (see any of last summer’s entries, especially this one), about how she’s an absolute blast, a barrel of fun, the first one to show up at the party and the last one to leave…ahh, part of me really likes that girl.  Part of me regards Summer Leah with such fondness, because she wasn’t always around.  Nope, it wasn’t until Her Hotness found her hotness that Summer Leah came to be and came to be with a vengeance! 

So why bring her up yet again?  Why discuss that which has already been discussed, dissected and debated?  Because ya’ll…she’s baaaaaaack!

Yes, it is true.  I saw the warning signs last week.  Not a day went by that I didn’t have a cocktail of some sort.  There were beers on my boss’ boat (kids, it goes super fast and was super good times, good times!), there were cocktails at a friend’s barbeque and there was wine (oh my was there wine!) at the Hollywood Bowl last night.  (Summer Leah is a tremendous supporter of the arts…particularly those arts that happen out of doors and involve publicly sanctioned consumption of Chardonnay.)  I’m scheduled to go back to the Bowl in less than 48 hours (a scheduling hiccup on my part, but I can’t wait see the Stone Temple Pilots…Scott Weiland is all kinds of Manjoyment!) and my lack of weekend plans stand before me like candy on a string, for all I see is beach and bikes and beers and boys!  Woo hoo!  

But here’s the rub - I am NOT the same person I was last summer.  I have come a looooong way since then.  I’m a good 30-40 pounds lighter than that girl.  I’ve made major changes in my diet (I even took a healthy dish laden with veggies to the Bowl last night).  My exercise regime is pretty hard core and very demanding (my Secret Weapon would not let it be otherwise!).  Most importantly, I know how much I can accomplish when I save the drama for my mama and just WORK!  I don’t think I could handle the guilt of a summer with no continued weight loss.  That would seriously bum me out.

So I’m at a crossroads…how do I combine the good times with the good decisions?  How do I re-create Summer Leah, make her someone we can all enjoy AND be proud of? 

Let’s take a moment and just look at the facts.  This is what I want: a Hot Man, a healthy body, a Hot Man, a focused and energized mind, a Hot Man, a successful career (more on that next week), a Hot Man, a bathing suit that I’m not terrified to wear, and a Hot Man.  This is what I have to do to get what I want:  drink less, eat well, exercise often, love self.  

It is that simple.  And it is that difficult.  I’ve come so far.  I can almost see the light at the end of this tunnel.  I can’t quit now!  Don’t let me.  Help me out.  Send me your love, HMD’ers, cause I need it now.  I’m gonna try and rock this one for you guys.   You’ll see.  I promise!

It’s gonna be one helluva summer, kids.  Are y’all ready?

I AM!  (I think.)

Hot Manspiration of the Week:  What a perfect week to celebrate the king of reinvention himself, Mr. Johnny Depp.  Ahh, Monsieur Depp, you are simply all kinds of Mancandy, aren’t ye?  And yes, you’ve been featured on HMD a few times before…and yes, there was a time (I believe you were in the full throes of your Captain Jack look, all weird facial hair and bandanas and man jewelry) when I began to doubt your Hotness.  What was I thinking?!?  How could I ever doubt your ability to Manspire us?  Because when you showed up at the MTV Movie Awards all buff and built and tightly jeaned and decently coiffed you were all kinds of Hot, Hot, HOT!!!  And while this picture may not do it justice, it does remind us that yours is a Hotness that will never, ever go away…it is an ever shifting Manjoyment that bends and sways but does not break, cannot break…that we can Manticipate years and year of Hotness from you is a sure thing, for you have aged like the finest of fine wines.  You carve out your own path and we follow along , mouths agape, loins aflutter, as if you were Hot Manna from heaven itself.  Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

Week 57:  down 1 pound (-53.5 pounds total!)

Hola kiddies!  Happy Monday!  This week’s Weekly Speak will not be about me at all (thank god, whew, it’s about effing time!).  Instead, we must needs bring back our monthly Manxtravaganza (I’m reaching for that one, ain’t I?) known officially and throughout the world as Hot Man Diet Requests and Dedications.  I skipped May’s edition because I was too busy blabbering on about me, me, me, me.  ’Twould be some serious June gloom if’n I skipped another month of HMD R & D.  So I won’t.  So there.

HMD’ers, we all know how this works.  You spot the Hot.  I provide the Hot.  You request the Hot.  I provide the Hot.  You dedicate the Hot.  I provide the Hot.  Why all the Hot?  How else to be Manspired?!  Why wouldn’t we let our eyes feast upon such Mancandy, lest our mouths decide to feast upon less healthy treats?!  Why restrict such Manificence when such Manificence helps us restrict bad food choices?!  

Why not glean every bit of Manjoyment that one can from someone as sexy and Hot and talented and Hot and troubled and Hot as Scott Weiland.  Oh, HMD’ers, I seent him this week!  I seent him in person!  I seent him at the Hollywood Bowl with one of my oldest and dearest friends.  Kids, what a show!  Almost two solid hours of Stone Temple Pilots and crazy ass, smoking Hot, clean and sober Scott Weiland.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - this skinny white man moves me!  Like a freaking freight train running over my lady parts at full throttle!  By the end of the show he was shirtless, and I swear I thought I was gonna die from Manjoyment.  Ya’ll know I usually go for the well built ones.  But…he just MOVES me!  He moved my friend, too.  She spent the whole of the evening more Hot and bothered than Her Hotness, and that is NOT an easy thing to do.  And so I dedicate Scott Weiland to my good friend Jojo and to the outrageous and Mantacular good times, good times we had at the Bowl last Tuesday night…maybe our NKOTB concert in October will prove equally awesome?  (Yeah, that’s right - I got tickets to NKOTB!!  Wooo hoo!)

This next request came to me just a few days ago, via a comment made on last week’s entry.  S. from Long Beach wrote, “May I suggest a Manspiration missing from the hall of fame (I don’t remember if I have seen him)…Mr. Dwayne Johnson, aka The Rock. I’d like to smell what he is cookin…”  Ahhhh yes, The Rock.  The former WWF star (or is it WWE?  I dunno…men in spandex ain’t really my cup of tea) turned movie star is indeed Hot.  That he’s also charming and funny and actually talented only adds to his did-this-uber-Hot-guy-really-wrestle-for-a-living? allure.  He’s been circling around my Hot Manspiration of the Week shortlist for a while now, so this request is both perfectly timed and perfectly inspiring.  Yes…we’d ALL like to know what he is cooking.  I, for one, am ready to eat it.  I’m sure it not only tastes good but is good for me.  Yum!

Our final shot o’ Hotness comes from V. in Seattle who wrote me a while ago to request “an homage to Marvin Gaye.  Lots of biographies on him right now (I think it’s around the anniversary of his death) and the brother was HOT!!!!!  Especially with the beard, yet before the heroin.  I love him.”  She added, ”Trying to keep some color in your cracka website.”  I object!  Yes, ’tis true I have a soft spot for the whiter shade of pale, but I would never, ever refuse ANY Hotness based on color!  Never!  And Marvin Gaye would SO have been featured on HMD ages ago had I actually written that long promised entry, The Hot Man Diet Playlist.  Sexual Healing was, in fact, the song around which that entire idea sprang forth.  And Marvin completely embodied all three components of effective Hot Manspiration - he was as talented as all get out, an exceptional voice coupled with an exceptional mind, his strength of character meant that he would not and did not shy away from tackling sticky subjects in his music and in his life (he’s one of the few people to go up against Berry Gordy and win), and the eye candy-ness…well, CLEARLY he had no problem with that one…the brother was Hot…yes he was…damn…

I need your help!!!  I need your requests!  I need your dedications!  I need your Hot, people!!!  Send me your request today at herhotness@hotmandiet.com.  Have I overlooked your favorite Hottie?  Is there a special bit of Manjoyment that I haven’t featured recently and should bring back for another hurrah?  Help me help you.  ’Tis what I live for!