Reflecting on AEE

I’ve recently fallen in love with The Ting Tings, especially the “that’s not my name” song. I started laughing when I listend to the lyrics because it totally reminded me of the adult entertainment expo I had to work last month. First of I was working at a booth with about 10,000 strangers flashing pictures of me, none of who knew who the hell I was. Several asked for autographs…like..why…that’s totally weird. The funny thing about the convention freaks is that they think they can demand girls to do things and we will just drop to our knees to please them. To get our attention they would shout, ” hey sweetie, sweetie” or “sexy, over here” “hey baby”. I would joke with the girls in my booth after the show by walking behind them and shouting, “hey sweetie, sweetie, over here…show me your tits, sweetie turn around, sweetie…sweetie.” I got so fucking tired of being called “Sweetie” I could have punched someone the last day. So this song “that’s not my name” just reminded me of my horrible experience with the a-hole at the AEE.  

“Are you calling me Darling?
Are you calling me Bird?
Are you calling me Darling?
Are you calling me Bird?

They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane

That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
that’s not my name

They call me quiet girl
But I’m a riot yeah
Maybe Jolesia
Always the same”

Anyway, the people at the AEE got a name of their own from me. I called them all “Carl” because they all reminded me of Carl for “Aqua Teen Hunger Force”.

what most the dudes at AEE reminded me of

what most the dudes at AEE reminded me of

I don’t understand how someone who looks like Carl thinks I would go for them, when I don’t like guys but when I do find a guy I clearly go for the ones who look like Adonis.
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I know that none of the Carls are coming to this Blog and ergo will not have their feelings hurt. I know they won’t come here because they still have no idea who I am, even after the pictures and autographs and attempts to grab my tits and ass. Those type of guys are to fucking rude and inconsiderate they would never take the time to actually look up who I am or try to get to know me at all. Now don’t get me wrong, Not every single person at the convention was a Carl. Carl was a special breed of asshole who went to the show…so if you did go to the show and meet me and you didn’t try to grab my ass, or ask me for my number or tell me graphically how you wanted to fuck me, then you are NOT a Carl.