Former Us Weekly intern and recently outed part time stripper/society reporter for The Houston Chronicle/Diary of an Angry Stripper blogger Sarah Tressler penned a post (via Gawker) about the time she interviewed Entourage’s Jeremy Piven who she let take her home and go down on her. To make a long story short, it wasn’t as magnificent as she imagined it would be.
This is a good song, I thought as his head maneuvered somewhere below my waist. I was kind of also watching TV—a football game was on mute—and finally starting to come to the realization that John Legend was worth all the hype he was getting at the Sundance Film Festival the previous year.
I alternated between being nervous that I was not as hot as his last hookup, being amazed that I was looking at Entourage’s Ari Gold eat my pussy, and being bored with how mundane it was. It was all somewhat disappointing, frankly.
To make matters worse, I caused a minor accident that could have been disastrous. I get a bit lively when I’m being intimate, and I threw a pillow off to the side at one point, which landed on the nightstand. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a flash of light.
“Jeremy! The candle— !”
Candlelight is so cliché, anyway.
Sarah has since set her Diary of an Angry stripper blog to private, but like all things internet, content never just disappears. Back to the story though. Ari Gold is terrible at giving head. I thought that was pretty obvious.
Side note: This part of the NYDN article was pretty enjoyable. Apparently Tressler’s colleagues at the Houston Chronicle were mad at her “for flaunting the designer clothes she purchased with ‘stripper money’ while regular reporters struggle to make ends meet.” Oh boo hoo. Nothing is stopping these people from making a little cash on the side themselves. If I was her, I’d walk into that office every day and ask all the whiners “u jelly?”