Attention, ladies! It's time to strap on your skimpiest brain bikini–you know, the one that's cut so low in the front you can see your thought cleavage–because Lenny "Jimi-Hendrix-Gone-Lame" Kravitz is now celibate, which means he's interested in talking to you–and not just post-coitally for a few minutes before kicking you out of his loft.
From Page Six:
"Where I'm at in life, the women have got to come with something else, not just the body, but the mind and spirit. It usually trips them out, but that's the way it's going to be. I'm looking at the big picture."
Well, consider me tripped out. Usually I just take my body places, and leave other things, like my mind and feelings and spirit and self-esteem and keys at home. It makes life breezier. This new "the women are more than the bodies" philosophy of Kravitz's has got to lead to some awkward situations:
One Of The Women: I brought my body. It's naked under these clothes.
Kravitz: Wait. Did you bring anything else? Your mind? Your spirit, maybe?
One Of The Women: [laughing so hard she's gasping for breath] Good one.
Kravitz: No, I'm serious. I'm at a point in my life where I need for you to be more than just a body, or walking regret with breasts.
One Of The Women: [obviously tripped out] I'm so tripped out right now. You're trippin, right? This is tripped! [falls over]
Kravitz: Yeah, that's what usually happens. Don't worry. I have a soul-enhancing negligee you can borrow. It's so sheer it shows all of your spirituality.