It's the winner of the ultimate FHM babe bracket!

Every year, the winner of our Miss FHM competition is determined in the fairest way possible—NCAA Tournament bracket-style. But unlike a March Madness office pool, our contest doesn’t require you to flush a $20 bill. It also features a winner you’ll actually remember.

“I was shocked when I found out I won,” says Diana Chiafair, a 21-year-old Fort Lauderdale, FL, pharmaceutical rep who first graced the pages of FHM swinging a pillow at her best friend in our May 2006 issue. “The voting closed at midnight and I got the call half an hour later. Twelve hours after that, I was headed straight to an FHM photo shoot.”

Gentlemen, for the next 365 days, Diana reigns supreme!

Who was on hand to share your big win?
My campaign company, which was my mom and my dad. My dad had cards made that read “Support the South.” He handed them out to anyone he spoke to. From the beginning, I got calls from people I haven’t spoken to since high school. They’d say, “I can’t believe you are in lingerie in a magazine!” I still live with my parents, I brush after every meal and I go to church on Sundays—I am the good girl-next-door. As FHM readers found out when I first appeared in the magazine, I’m waiting until marriage to have sex.

What’s the best thing you’ve heard about sex?
I keep hearing that when I do it, I’ll wonder why I waited. My answer is that I’ll make up for lost time. I think it’s sexy that when I get married, my guy will know he’s the only man I’ve been with.

When do guys find out that you’re a virgin? When they see your crucifix-adorned promise ring, perhaps?
By the second or third date I make it clear that nothing’s going to happen.

Are you seeing anyone?
I was dating a guy in Australia; I met him while I was studying over there. We dated for 18 months long distance.

Did you ever go back there to visit him?
No, he came here once a month instead.

Florida, Australia—have you ever been to a place that sucked?
I went to Troy, OH for work and that was pretty bad. The guys there looked as though they’d never seen girls. They were like, “You’re not from here, are you?”

How can a guy win Miss FHM’s heart?
I want someone who’ll keep me grounded, who I can cook for and watch a movie with. Last week, I was at the library when a guy placed his cell phone on my book and walked away. He’d written a text: “You’re cute . . . I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” I moved my promise ring around so he couldn’t see the cross and, when he got back, I told him I had a husband. I have to tell a lot of guys that I’m married. You can’t say you have a boyfriend because they’ll just say, “And?”

Besides your promise to bungee-jump in an outfit of the readers’ choosing, what’s going to be your first duty as Miss FHM?
I want to do some charity events. My hair is growing back after I cut 12 inches off to help make wigs for people undergoing radiation therapy. I organized an event at which 15 people cut their hair. That’s how I got my job as a pharmaceutical rep—a guy who was there hired me on the spot.

How sexy are your pharmaceutical rivals?
There are some hot blondes but, no offense to them, I think doctors might take me a little more seriously. I’ve seen girls go into doctors’ offices wearing short skirts and booby-tops and thought, “I need to step it up a bit”—and being in FHM definitely hasn’t hurt my sales.

Now that you’re Miss FHM, how will you keep it real?
I’ll still work and play beach volleyball. I’m part of a group that plays other teams for beer, although I stick with water. We hustle—when other teams see me, they see a little girl, but I have a killer serve.

Did you live on the beach growing up?
In my senior year of high school, we’d skip class to go the beach. Once, a teacher said, “My, Diana, you have a nice tan so early in the morning.” They knew what was going on, but I never got in trouble. After all, they called me Sweet D.