February 2012 PLAYBOY PLAYMATE
Leola Bell DATA SHEET
BIRTHPLACE: Rockville, MD
BUST: 35 D
HEIGHT: 5′ – 4 "
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
AMBITIONS: Everything from continuing my modeling career to using my Playmate status to open a cat shelter.
TURN-ONS: A guy who rocks a pumped-up chest and biceps and tops it off with a beard or stache.
TURN-OFFS: Spare me lazy dudes with lame work ethics, fat guts and bad breath. And take note, men: I have a neurotic obsession with clean bathrooms, so get out the Ajax.
MY SICK OBSESSION: PINK! No lie. I have pink everything- a pink phone, a pink purse, pink nail polish and… pink underwear.
MY BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: I think it’s my eyes, but people never seem to see them, because they are always staring at my breasts!
MY DREAM MAN: Edward Norton- it’s a brooding thing.
KEY TO MY HEART: Lots of laughter, respect and good sex.
LEOLA BELL’S BIO
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Leola Bell BIO
For Miss February Leola Bell, daughter of a Seventh-Day Adventist minister, the idea of becoming a Playmate was always a flight of fancy. “Our church gave me a firm moral standing and a great respect for all people, but we weren’t even allowed to wear tank tops because they showed too much skin,” she says. “Nor could we wear makeup or nail polish. That drove me crazy.”
But after leaving home and studying psychology at Florida Atlantic University, Leola decided to become a bikini model and set her sights on Playboy. “Playmates make people happy- for example, the troops overseas. Posing for the magazine could be a way to put a smile on their faces and give them motivation to fight the bad guys!”
Her Playmate status has certainly made her happy. “My pictorial is amazing,” says Leola Bell, who first entered our universe through Playboy Golf. “It shows two different sides of me, rough and sweet. Mainly it’s sexy, which is my biggest concern. I want to be as sexy as possible.”
Romance is also never far from her mind, especially during February, the most romantic time of the year. “I love Valentine’s Day. It’s such a fun holiday, with little boxes of candy and plush teddy bears. But I never need an excuse to go out to dinner and share a bottle of wine with the man I love. That’s the kind of night.