Blind item! Which trainwreck rock star got into a sexy situation with a gossip columnist and a sex writer? Oh, I can't bear to keep it secret: Courtney Love, gossip don Lloyd Grove, and gigolo-hiring Post writer Mandy Stadtmiller.

Former New York Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller flew out to Nevada to spend a couple hours with "Markus," America's first legal male prostitute, for journalism. What a job! Free travel, free massage, and a free gynecological exam.

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Do you ever get the feeling that you're only just now starting to be an "adult" with their "shit together"? It's only very recently that I no longer have to think, "Gotta wait til next Wednesday to buy new shampoo" and stopped drinking abandoned beers at bars. Then, someone your own age who didn't spend a few years fucking off mentions their intern. Wait, you have an intern? Yeah, it's like a doorman for your job. Like Mandy Stadtmiller needs one—she's the Post columnist whose tales of dating woe (and an insufferable lug nicknamed Super Preppy) made us LOL at (and not with) her all last year. Haha, she's getting her intern via Craigslist, though, so cancel that order of Oh-God-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life. (You can't get your casual encounters and your casually-paid career-helpers from the same place.)It's an unpaid internship, by the way. So when she tells you "I won New York's Funniest Reporter in 2006 and last year placed in the semi-finals for New York's Funniest Stand-Up"—she means it.

Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller (catch her live on stage with Star Editor-at-Large Julia Allison this Wednesday!) approaches something like self-awareness in her most recent column: "Simply wanting sex, simply wanting not to be murdered by a psychopath and simply wanting to avoid all things explicitly Ayn Rand neatly summarizes the maddening experiences of the modern single woman in New York City. And, of course, there's me—nauseautingly, wincingly, shut-the-hell-up-already -about-my-smug-nascent-perfect-relationship me." There is, Mandy! There is always you! [NYP]

Trouble in paradise for Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller and her preppy BF? In this week's episode, Mandy notices him checking out another girl. And then the tears roll down. "I don't trust him, I tell him. I'm afraid that he just wants a trophy girl, and that's simply not me. I need someone who cares for me on a deeper level, someone who will be there for me no matter what. He tries to take off my sunglasses, and I resist, not wanting him to see. 'I can't believe it,' he says softly, 'a serious conversation with Mandy Stadtmiller.'" Is this the end for the happy couple? Of course not. "About Last Night" is like "Entourage"; everything always works out for everyone at the end. [NYP]

We're a step closer to understanding Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller: She's a product of the people she surrounds herself with. Here's a pal's advice: "New men are like Asian cuisine. The first time you have spicy drunken noodles, you're convinced it's your favorite dish, but then you have the pad Thai, and you realize there are other options." (Oh, in case you're scoring at home, she and her preppy boyfriend are still so totally in looooooove.) [NYP]

Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller's super preppy boyfriend kind of tells her he loves her! Also, they are incredibly attracted to each other! Also, Mandy downloads "Me So Horny!" Sometimes it's hard to believe that dreams like these really do come true! [NYP]

Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller, running out of ways to tell you how amazing her new boyfriend is, resorts to the tactic of dishing on exes. You'll be shocked to learn that her last boytoy was a biter. Also, find out where you stand in Mandy's taxonomy of men: Are you a wimp, a destroyer, or a crazy? [NYP]

A while back, a friend of ours posted a list of "Blog Cheese" cliches like "Blogging drunk. Blogging drunk about how you shouldn't/never blog drunk. 'Cryptic' blogging to seem mysterious. 'Cryptic' blogging to send a secret message to someone. Introducing people at a party by their blog name." Today, Post dater Mandy Stadtmiller adds another item to that long and treasured list: After saying that you've taken a "hiatus" from posting on your blog, making an exception to "defend" yourself against someone who has "libeled" you on the Internet.

This week in Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller's valentine to herself, Mandy is complimented by various people on her height, her pulchritude, and how generally amazing she is. Then the rich guy she's dating decides to skip breakfast because banging her is better than any meal he could ever have. Okay, Mandy, we get it: You win. [NYP]

Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller comes to some valuable realizations about life and love, all while getting her snootch waxed. [NYP]

Frenchman tells Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller that she is "a sexy, stylish, intelligent woman with good taste." Then he whips it out. This perfectly summarizes our ambivalence about the French. [NYP]

That super-rich guy Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller is currently with? Super-rich. Also, they have great chemistry. How did this column turn into a weekly taunting session about how lame the reader's life is? We're sure this one went over really well with everyone who read it alone on Sunday, waiting for a call that never came. [NYP]

"'Uh,' I realize. 'We just had sex on the New York Post.'" Post dating columnist Mandy Stadtmiller does on the paper what she's been doing to the paper for the last four weeks. [NYP]

New York Post columnist Mandy Stadtmiller: "The comments on Gawker have taught me to try to look less like I'm Renee Zellweger with Down's Syndrome. That's been super helpful. See, I always thought I looked like Jenna Elfman with epilepsy." Why are you people so hurtful? [The Apiary]

It's only been three columns and Post dating authority Mandy Stadtmiller is already pulling out the "what about married guys" material. Next week: "Why are all the good ones gay?" [NYP]

Amazonian comedienne and NY Post columnist Mandy Stadtmiller has learned not to give it up until the third date. You can probably read all about that next weekend. [NYP]

Amazonian comedienne Mandy Stadtmiller's dating column debuted in yesterday's Post, and it proves yet again that men are only after one thing. Mandy meets a handsome, motorcycle-driving Lothario on MySpace who she nicknames "Trouble," and chemistry ensues. But, as is the way in this love-starved city, romance never lasts.

Amazonian comedienne/Dick-licked Post scribe Mandy Stadtmiller has a lengthy piece in the paper today predicated on a MySpace-related stunt where,