When those drunk and miserable Beverly Hills Housewives get canned by their husbands, they inevitably go and grab some young exotic looking dude to peacock around. Camille Grammer found Dimitri Charalambopoulos. And, no, I’m not fucking writing his last name ever again. Camille liked to show off her boy toy’s rock hard abs to the cackling hens on the show so they could all pretend that young cock, and not mountains of prescription medication and vodka, were what was making them smile.
“He’s a great guy,” she gushed. “He’s very sweet, very caring. And we will see what happens. It’s new. It has only been a couple of months.” — Camille Grammer on meeting Dimitri and introducing him to her kids.
She even added that Dimitri had put the ‘spring back in her step’, just to let you know he was banging her better than Kelsey did. Everything was going peachy keen until about ten days ago when Dimitri allegedly beat the crap out of her in a hotel room where she was recovering from cancer surgery. I’m sure her endometriosis was a real damper on the ole cougar-cub relationship and Dimitri had to let off a little steam. Younger men do have so much passion. Camille filed a restraining order (you can see the injury photos here) and the cackling hen Housewives quickly u-turned from ‘he’s so hot’ and ‘you’re so lucky’ to generic ovations to Camille for standing up to domestic abuse. Then they all took deep drags out of their own purse flasks and wondered which of them was going to end up dead first.