Megan Fox knows she’s excruciatingly hot, but she doesn’t know how to deal with it. Aww, poor thing. Maybe I can help her.
One thing she does know, however, is that she doesn’t want to do is go on the talk show circuits pulling out every SAT word she knows (2) to prove she’s got brains in addition to beauty like Scarlett Johansson. Aw, snap. But back to Megan’s hotness. She tells Esquire:
“I’m just really confident sexually, and I think that sort of oozes out of my pores,” she adds. “It’s just there. It’s something I don’t have to turn on.”
In another interview with Elle, she says about the male writers on Transformers:
“They’re boys; they’re easily toyed with. I tell stories and have them eating out of my hand.”
I can believe that. All Megan has to do is mention she brushed past a woman on her way to the set and I’d be the first one to ask, “Tell me more about this woman. Was she attractive? What were here measurements? Did you two feel a connection? Did you two, you know? You made out, didn’t you? Did you? Don’t keep us in suspense. Tell us. Did you?! Did you have sex with her? Describe that. In lots of detail. How was it. Was it hot? I bet it was so hot.” This would go on for hours without me even pausing for breath and the whole time I would be holding a piece of paper over my crotch to hide my obvious boner.