Hot teen sluts can have any man they want right? Wrong. I have had a huge celebrity crush on Charlie Sheen since I was a little girl. I grew up watching Two and a Half Men. His character was so unapologetic about being a player asshole. I love a take charge man. One who knows one woman is not enough for him. I credit him for my fatal attraction to bad boys. His career has taken a tumble as of late, and I am not sure I still want to bang him, and least not unprotected I don’t, but I thought now that he is at a career low, a cute coed might have a chance to hook up with her celebrity crush. At least give him a deepthroat blowjob. He was at the local comicon in my city, so I put on a slinky dress and decided to get a photo op with him. He blew me off. I was the hottest thing at that nerd fest. He was too busy signing autographs for frumpy middle aged housewives to pay me even the slightest bit of attention. As I was walking out of the largest geek convention in central California, I ran smack into Dawson from Dawson’s Creek. I was all about Pacey on that show, but at that point in time, I would have fucked Screech from Saved by the Bell over Charlie Sheen. I looked pretty good to James Van Der Beek. I followed him out to his car. He didn’t have an entourage or anything. But you know what he did have? A huge fucking cock. I didn’t fuck him. I mean he is no Joshua Jackson, but I did give him one hell of a blow job in his car. Charlie Sheen’s lost, James Van Der Beek’s gain.
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