Jennifer Aniston was surely looking as if she was doing something, or someone, naughty last night at Chateau Marmont. An utterly radiant, glowing, just-washed-that-hanger-
on-stinky-pop-star-outta-my-fabulously-coiffed hair Jen was dashing down to the valet last night giggling. Of course, the garage was closed to the common folk, but eager parking peeps couldn't wait to service the gal Brad got tired of servicing all those years ago.
But it wasn't Jen's preferential treatment that had folks gabbing, but her companion:
J.A. was "absolutely radiant and ravishing" as she held tight to her man-date, exiting the posh bad-girl's hang for babes like Sienna and Lindsay. And he wasn't one of her gay pals or John Mayer, thong-wearer and dubious starlet escort. Nope, the guy in questions was a taller, darker and handsomer babe who held his honey tight, protected and away from peeping eyeballs like yours and mine.
In fact, we're assured the mystery man is mucho miles ahead of Mayer in the looks department, so maybe there's hope for Ms. A. one-upping that bitch Angie, after all, let's pray, OK?
Oh, but there's one sour note: Even though I'm told this hunk is, again, not one of Jen's myriad gay chums (she is, after all, one of the biggest fag hags in town, let's face it), the stud was wearing some makeup. Jeez. Is that what Jen tells them all to do now, since it's a damn given their pics will be up faster than Angie flirts with the gals these days?
Oh and, darlings, I’ve been pressing Jen’s official officials to find out who the hell this dude is. No response. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Hey, if he’ll just wipe off the pancake, I say it’s all good.