J.R. Rotem is a Classy Dude

“I f***** Britney wheelbarrow style. Just kidding.” He waits a beat. “It was tractor style.” You may recall Rotem’s name and/or hair from the gossip blogs. Back in December, five weeks after Spears sent Kevin Federline packing from Malibu to the Valley, sandwiched somewhere in the midst of her cataclysmic mental mudslide - between paparazzi shots of her bald beaver and her nude noggin - grainy footage appeared of the postpartum pop star climbing onto Rotem’s lap, cigarette in hand, leaning in for a kiss. They had been working together on her next record and capped the night with the Cameron Diaz chick flick The Holiday - and some curbside canoodling. Back at Beluga Heights, Rotem’s old friend Porter presses him for salacious details about that night. “How did you do that?” the rapper asks, slapping his thigh in disbelief. “I heard she’s on the wild side. Is that true?” The cameramen exchange excited glances. Whether out of respect for Spears or concern for his career, Rotem clams up. His right foot twitches; his knuckles whiten on the arm of the leather couch. An awkward silence creeps in. “We were working in the studio together,” Rotem replies flatly, trying to bring the conversation to a halt. He ventures something about a sampling machine.

Later in the article, after mentioning how the shots of him making out with Britney got him bounced from K-Fed’s MySpace Friend’s List, the Britney talk picks up again:

He talks about promiscuity (”I don’t have one-night stands”) and, finally, what really happened with Britney Spears. “Britney and I were in a relationship,” he says quietly. “We were dating for about two weeks but decided for both our careers that it wouldn’t be cool to have a romantic relationship. She was really emotional and distressed at the time.” Rotem says he doesn’t regret what happened, or his overnight notoriety; he knows it’s good for business. But whatever anyone thinks of him, he insists he always tries to do the right thing. “There are definitely times when I’m an arrogant, vain . But the bigger part is sensitive, good-hearted. People who just see me in front of the paparazzi acting like a jackass have no clue who I am.”

The visual that dude provided made me throw up my Cheerios in my own lap. Thnx, J.R. Rotem.

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