Does Joe Lhota want our sordid Anthony Weiner sex tales, or doesn't he? The former MTA chief and mayoral hopeful seemed to imply, at least according to the NY Post, that he was interested in hearing from women who had ... interacted?... with Weiner in the past, presumably so he could use those stories to flesh out a narrative about the former congressman's dirtbag tendencies. Or maybe he's just gathering source material for the porn he's directing off the campaign trail, "Be A Man, Vol. 4."

Lhota appeared yesterday on "The Andrea Tantaros Show" on the Talk Radio Network, in which Tantaros, who insisted on calling Lhota by his full name throughout the entire interview, bullied him into mocking his fellow candidate. "He's selfish, he's sick, he's a jerk, he's disrespectful to women, and if he's going to lie and be this disrespectful to his own wife, how do voters in New York City believe he's somehow going to respect their wishes, and not act like some bizarro pervy freak?" she fumed.

Lhota's response was more measured, but he did blame the media for "allowing him to succeed," slamming the press for focusing too much attention on Anthony Weiner's gay pants, and not enough "about being safe" and "educating their kids, or Lhota's own sweat-stained barrel-cuffed button downs.

"I actually give a little bit more credit to New York women than you may be giving them," he told Tantaros. "Once they realize what you've observed and they come to understand it, I think there are viable choices other than Anthony."

But somehow, the Post interpreted this to mean that Lhota himself is soliciting Weiner sex stories from his former flames? “I hope [women] will come to the right conclusion after enough women come out and talk about what it was like to be with him and date him and things like that,” the tabloid reports, in an article headlined "Talk dirty to me! Joe Lhota asks women to come forward with dating horror stories on Anthony Weiner." (For what it's worth, I listened to the interview, and did not hear this quote.)

Nevertheless, I gave Lhota's office a call, asking where one might direct a theoretical Weiner-tale. The individual who answered the phone sounded confused, and put me on hold for three minutes while he went to locate help. When he returned, he was flustered and answerless. "I'm not really sure," he stammered. "I'm just an intern. Maybe contact the person who wrote it [the story]?"

To be fair, the intern did offer to take my information and have a more informed staff person call me back, an offer that I declined. Ladies: If you were looking for an outlet at which to blow off your Weiner-steam, Lhota might not be it, anyway. Remember how poorly he reacted to a painting?