Of all the stars I saw last weekend, none elicited the kind of fevered response from women that Jason Lewis merited.
The ladies ran up to him, said they were “freaking out” that they were meeting him, and kept interrupting my interview with him to exhibit their state of intellectual arousal.
And like I say in Tuesday’s column, he wouldn’t divulge “Sex & the City” secrets.
But he was psyched to talk about his passions. He skis the slopes, surfs and dirt bikes. As a skier, he goes on 50-foot drops, and he was looking forward to skiing down sand dunes with friends. That sounds ridiculously death-defying to me, but not to him.
“I’m a Cali boy,” he said with a huge smile. “I could die getting hit, crossing the street.”