Hugh Hefner sat down with E! the other day to discuss his three new girlfriends and his three old girlfriends and, per usual, it was nothing short of nauseating.
“The best solution to lost love is new love,” Hef tells E! News in an exclusive interview, joined by Karissa and Kristina Shannon and Crystal Harris.
So how did these three ladies come to join his blondetourage?
Hef reached out to the twins while they were being scouted as Playmates for the magazine’s 55th anniversary issue—they moved in about two weeks after he separated from Holly. As for Crystal, he met her at his annual Halloween party, and after a month together, Hef asked her to move into the Mansion.
And as for why he never married Holly?
Hef also thinks Holly would have been marriage material if he hadn’t already been married twice.
“Those are not the happiest times of my life and I just don’t want to screw up another,” says Hef. “[Holly] had a very good chance because I think she would’ve made a very good wife and will make a good wife to Criss [Angel] or whoever she winds up with.”
Wow, does anyone else find Hugh Hefner talking about “new love” kind of disturbing when he’s referring to girls a fraction of his age who have a record of drug abuse and violence and were just spotted buying weed?
Hooray, new love!
Just call it new pussy, Hef. I think I’d actually respect that more than you trying to convince me you’re in love with any of these tween twats.
He went from being every guy’s idol, to the Mr. Burns of soft porn.
LOL…
she will make a good wife to Chris or whoever the hell she winds up with…. whatever… I’m fucking twins!
Ohh Hef, please, stop it!! You’re starting to look like some weird joke of yourself…so sad.
Maybe he truly thinks he’s in love? It’s actually a little bit sad. He’s just so old and alone. You know that he understands that these girls don’t really love him… it’s gotta be hard after so long of the same old thing.
You can’t say the word that rimes with Miagra on this site….that’s CRAZY
really?
‘Love,’ huh, I agree, just call it sex. ‘Love’ is so insulted by this mockery…
It must be a sort of empty life for him, or maybe he is an empty person, who knows.
in a GQ article last June he ended the interview by accidentally ripping a big f*rt as he peeled his be-robed old buns off the leather couch.
Hey Beet, congrats on the beautiful use of the english language. You managed to say pussy and twat in the same paragraph! And that pretty much sums up why I log on everyday to see what you write!!
Has Hef ever “dated” a non-bleached blonde? I don’t ever recall seeing a brunette or red head on his arm.
that barbie benson girl. she was as brunette as they come.
That’s right! Hee haw girl! Man that was ages ago.
i am not positive on this but am fairly certain that hef is still married to his second wife. she lives next to him with their sons.
Holly really seemed to love his crusty old butt. He’s a fool for letting her go.
vomit to all this. and sad for him if he thinks that any of this crap is based on love. grosses me out. i would disown my own sister if she became a “girlfriend.”
ugh the only positive thing I can say is at least the new girlfriend doesn’t look at fugly as the orange twins.
hugh is looking more and more pathetic. I will actually be kind of happy to watch the playboy empire continue to sink.
OMG, this brings back so many memories of my own growing-up years; my father divorced his witch-of-a-second-wife after his first (my mother)
abandoned us. So anyway, post wife #2, we kids watched as a parade of women filed through our dad’s life. He thought he was hot, we knew he was not. I’d come home from high school and he’d be racing though the apartment complex on his new motorcycle, clad only in tiny swim trunks and of course, appropriate motorcycle boots! So embarrassing.
He actually rented a second apartment where he could party into the wee hours of the morning. We kids were pretty much on our own. We’d call him to ask for food and he’d say, “Come on over” and there would be an apartment full of drunks whose eyes would get real big seeing our nubile faces. He’d give us a twenty dollar bill each, send us over to the Ramada Inn where we children would eat alone without adult supervision. We were horrible to the other diners and the wait staff. We’d trash the table, never leave a tip.
I’m sure we were hated.
We’d hear gun shots go off in the complex–we knew it was coming from our Texas dad’s apt–they were real hellraisers.
My dad introduced me to so many women ‘that might could be my new mom’. My dad was loaded but here we were living in an almost empty apt with rental furniture. I was so excited when he finally took us to Atlantic Spartan to get some household appliances, bath towels and oooh, kitchen towels…some cooking pots.
At 12-years-old I sat up house! Not really. But for awhile, maybe. Then I got caught stealing major amounts of junk from Joske’s. My dad had to come get me from the jailhouse! I never stole again!
I could sing Carol King’s whole album. I played foos ball. My brother and I raised oodles of tiny baby white mice in glass cages stacked super high. My dad had custom suits hand delivered by local gentlemen’s clothiers. He died his hair different colors till he went back to being naturally blonde.
I was so lost. Very lonely. My stepmom got the huge house in the country, all the furniture and my other step brother and sister.
When my dad wasn’t playing with the girls and boozing it up, he was working non-stop at his business. So many women came in and out of our lives–I don’t know how he did it. I stay confused. Sometimes there were nice women, some were pretty and surprisingly a few were even elegant.
I was so alone.
wow. I can’t believe I just read your entire frikn monologue. LAAAMMMMEEE
(and not to mention of the subject)
I quite liked that, esp the bit about the ‘oodles of mice’. Thank you.
there is nothing wrong w/weed.
Why do some people feel sorry for him? As someone who is in a loving relationship, I wouldn’t change that, but if in my dating days I was given the chance to date three scorching hot blondes or one nice guy who wanted to be ‘in love’, well lets just say the guy would have been bodily heaved out the nearest window.
‘in love’ is all well and good, but the status, the fake adoration of three hotties and most of all the mindblowing unemotional sex would make every day amazing. Not everyone wants to have one-on -one sex you know.
He’ll be dating sperm soon.
Sorry Hef, you aint gonna be young again no matter what you do. Or is it that you feel mentally threatened by a woman your own age? Hmmm…
And his playboy mansion seems like a reverse nursing home. Instead of lots of elderly people being cared for by a few youngins’ it’s one old fart shuffling around in slippers in a sea of femme-bots.