All the American Idol people went out for dinner last night. JLo, who is incapable of slumming down every situation these days, was accompanied by the backup dancer.

It really, really grosses me out the way he looks in his pants.

This of course is totally not how she feels. Check out her face in the passenger seat, gazing at him on the driver side, like full of pride at her boyfriend driving a car he can’t afford. There’s nothing wrong with a guy who can’t afford a Bentley. There’s a lot right with the guy who can’t afford a Bentley but works really, really hard to afford his Honda. This one who tags along to Hawaii and Morocco and Rio and Malibu and hangs backstage at American Idol? This is not that guy.