Dancing with the Stars

I'm really enjoying this season's "Dancing with the Stars", despite the presence of the sympathy-sucking "Charity Campaigner IS SO a Real Job!" Heather Mills and "You've Got Something Crawling on Your Chin, Dude" Apollo Anton Ohno.

Leeza Gibbons is totally kicking butt for a 50 year-old woman. You rock, Leeza. (You dance like one, too, but that's a different entry... loosen up, girl!)

Laila Ali needs a voice lift so she doesn't sound like her famous father, but she dances well. I love Joey Fatone. Nothing bad to say there (anyone who can make "Star Wars" look less geeky is a winner in my book!) Even Cliff Clavin seems to be doing alright (compared to Master P a couple of seasons ago...)

But the person who's waltzing his way into my heart?

Ian Ziering.

Sigh.

I know. He's almost old enough to date Leeza, but he's not bad to look at. Yeah, his hairline is receding quicker than the line at burger joint whose fry cook just found out he has Hepatitis C, but he looks nice for a guy that's thisclose to earning Social Security (Hang in there, Ian! You can quit looking for acting jobs soon! The government will help!)

Maybe he just brings back good memories of watching "BH: 90210" in my dorm room in college. A Papa John's pizza paid for with a check that may or may not bounce and an evening with Donna, Kelly and the gang.

Those were good times.