NO DATE FOR PARIS

Spotting a super-handsome male model at Hollywood’s hot Hyde, PARIS HILTON moved up close, got his attention and softly mouthed, “Hi, gorgeous…!” The guy, talking to a group of pals, gave her a funny look and turned away. Not used to turndowns, Paris actually rubbed up against him and purred, “Want to dance?” Snapped Mr. Gorgeous: “I don’t dance with transvestites with big feet, ratty extensions and dog breath!” Horrified at the jerk’s vicious rudeness, Paris split quick. (Hey, babe, don’t feel bad – and check the batteries on your gay-dar. Judging by his drama-queen dialogue, you and Mr. Gorgeous play for different teams!)