Amanda Swisten

Where you’ve seen her:
American Wedding—the third helping of American Pie—will be our first taste of this long-legged Manhattan-born but Connecticut- and Virginia-raised stunner.

Girl gone mild:
“I wasn’t one of those girls at the party throwing her clothes off. I was a nerdy kid who didn’t go to the prom!”

Wanted for murder:
“I’m fascinated with true crime and serial killers. It’s this really sick side of me! But not slasher flicks. They’re cheesy. If something’s realistic, it’s scarier. It’s like sexiness—sometimes what you don’t see is sexier, or scarier, than anything else.”

Look who’s stalking:
“I had a stalker, and I’m kind of glad I’ve gotten that out of the way. He tracked me through my Web site. But I’m a big girl. I can hold my own. I grew up learning how to use a gun.”

September 2003 (#69)