We can report that vixen forever Nicollette Sheridan has been licking the wounds from her broken engagement. Which is really so funny, as it seems like just yesterday we were blowing the lid off Nic's Cabo trip with some dude she was oiling up with down by the beach, right after ditching some other guy—all before poor redo ex Michael Bolton came in the pic, only to be dumped, too.
Sorry, don't have all the names here, don't think Nicky love always remember them either. She's like a female John Mayer, in so many ways.
So there the Desperate Housewives hon is in West Hollywood Wednesday night, clinging to a g-friend for support and grilling one of her former fiancé's friends. On the heels of her split from Bolton, Sheridan attended the fifth anniversary of celeb hot spot Il Sole, hosted by Veuve Clicquot and restaurant owner Andy Hewitt. Only her sixth day as a single woman, Sheridan arrived with a female friend, whom she clung to throughout photo ops and greetings.
"She wouldn't detach from her friend," a spy pooped to us, "she looked hot as hell, but no confidence. She really didn't want to be alone."
After myriad toasts of bubbly with Hewitt and other guests, Sheridan got some liquid courage and zeroed in on one of Bolton's musical partners, record producer Richard Perry. "She talked to him one-on-one for over an hour. He's worked a lot with Michael, and it's no coincidence. It's not like she's big in music," the pooper continued, "they were discreet but definitely deep in conversation."
Sheridan's salvation from her emotional night seemed to come with the entrance of her husband—her television husband, anyway:
"She lit up when Neal McDonough walked in," our source said of Sheridan's forthcoming costar and love interest on Wisteria Lane. "Nicollette ran over and said, 'I didn't think I'd see my husband twice in one day!' " So touching! So coincidental! So...Nicollette.
You know, Sheridan, I'd listen up if I were you (and you should be perking your horny ears, too, Mayer): One day you're gonna find yourself with nothin' but just a bunch of ditched dudes and a smelly vibrator. Sounds lovely.
—Additional English-effin' reporting by Matt Donnelly