"I'm from NY and was back in Chelsea on break from college up north. I visited my favorite cupcake shop and ran into Harry Styles. (You don't get to be a 20 year old American girl without recognizing the band members of one direction.) I tipped him off that the red velvet cupcakes were the best of the lot and made an exit. This shop is on a pretty quiet street, so I turned around when I heard "excuse me." There was Harry, recommended cupcake in hand. He walked to the end of the block with me and there was a car waiting for him. I thought seriously about just going home, but i was pretty sure this was the kind of adventure that doesn't happen twice, so I got in when he offered. We drove around for awhile behind tinted windows talking casually, and eventually ended up at his hotel. He got out with a security guy that had been sitting in the front seat and told the driver to take me a couple blocks away, giving me directions to find his handler in the hotel. It was honestly surreal and I thought he was being a little bit ridiculous until I saw the literal mob of teenage girls at the front door. I worked my way through the crowd (nobody stopped me because I wasn't with Harry.) Surprisingly, his slightly vague directions panned out and I ended up in his suite. We had great conversations, good sex, and excellent champagne, at which point he needed to leave for some facet of his job, so I headed out of the hotel outside past the mob of fans. It was a really bizarre experience, and ultimately I feel bad for him after witnessing all the smoke and mirrors that went into a casual afternoon. He seemed like a good guy, and I hope he's doing well, but I have no desire for a repeat. I'm a really private person and am unwilling to take the risk of my name or picture leaking.
And to those wondering about his penis: he had a slightly larger than average (in my experience, which honestly isn't vast) dick. It wasn't covered in glitter and it didn't smell like sunflowers, just a pretty normal penis that he put to pretty good use."
"My friend's cousin dated Derek Jeter for a while and had keys to his apartment. According to the story she entered one day to find him butt ass naked on his couch watching highlights of himself and bumping his chest with his fist saying 'YEAH JEETS, YEAH JEETS'."
"Followed my favorite band on MySpace, was absolutely obsessed. Constantly watched their videos on demanded, lurked the sh--- out of them at concerts. Started talking to the bassist on MySpace one day, he got me into their show and we spent all night in a cemetery talking. We made out, but he had a girlfriend so I stopped talking to him. A few months later he called me, told me he broke up with her because he couldn't stop thinking about me. I moved from Utah to New York to be with him and 6 years later we were married. I will never tell him how obsessed with his band I was, never."
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