Jerry Lewis and the Bombshell

While I was being made up back stage, Jerry Lewis was pacing back and forth like a nut outside my dressing room. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me and that allowed me to notice a distinctively different personality between Dean and Jerry. Dean was cocksure and aloof, whereas Jerry was a strange mix of shy and outrageous. Around women Jerry became shy and introverted. He kept stealing glances at me in the dressing room. He was completely drawn to my orbit. He acted like a schoolboy pursuing his first crush. I thought he was so cute in the way he kept trying to sneak a peak at me and it made me feel so sexy. I never thought Jerry was a player. Also, the comparisons with Dean were not for me accurate. For me, Dean was somehow a hollow personality, and frequently a languid lover. Indeed, Jerry was the more masculine of both, abound in vigor and energy. Even Lynn Dixon succumbed to Jerry’s advances and she was real picky. Dean Martin used his romantic façade to lure women into his domain, whereas Jerry Lewis hid his romantic nature behind a childish clumsiness. “I am a putz, so my ideal girl for my act is a ditz,” he’d say. I’m sure he would have loved working with Marilyn Monroe in a comedy. In Hollywood or Bust, they had hired Anita Ekberg as the bombshell. Dean was often conceited and acted the heel, but Jerry was a gentleman who acted the fool. Without saying a word he’d grabbed me and kissed me. I was a bit taken aback. When there were people around, he usually acted like the perfect putz. He didn’t want anyone to suspect that we were amorous with each other. There was something about his naiveté that made me as hot as a firecracker. He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled at me, completely enthralled. — THE LAST VEGAS SHOW inspired in “My Wild, Wild Life” (2006) by Jeanne Carmen