Several here have asked for this and since I think it's funny and revealing about what was on mind my I've decided to share it.

My first trip to the AEE, in 2006. I arraigned to have industry passes since I didn't want to deal with the sausage fest during public hours and thought it would be fun to play at porn producer. So I set up a fake company name, business cards and an email account (I was paranoid someone might actually try to check up on me).
Anyways, here I was, all trying to play the part of a guy who was putting together a brand and looking for talent, web help etc. I was wandering the show floor Thursday morning when I saw the JM both. (Now at this time I had only discovered Ashley about 4/5 months before and was really taken with her innocent looks and wild abandon. This was the period when she had been with JM about a year and was dating Johny Darkko.) Anyways, I waited while Ashley talked to some other guy. She was leaning against the counter, elbows tucked under her tits and just having this casual conversation. The guy she was talking with also was leaning in and they were laughing and basically chopping it up. As soon as he stood up and walked away I approached and said hi as I walked up. Ashley immediately stood upright, pushed herself back from the counter and crossed her arms. At the time I knew she was getting some full-on stalker vibe off of me but since this was the fuck pig of my masturbatory dreams I couldn't help but look like some crazed fan boy. I asked about her working for other studios or some lame shit and walked away. While it doesn't seem all that dramatic, her reaction was fucking hilarious to me in hindsight since I must have looked like a fucking ax murderer for her to react that way.
I've since had several other conversations with her that were actually funny and consisted mostly of her talking shit about someone or something. But I wish she'd been on film when I walked up that first time-her stalker radar hit tilt.

i nominate this for creepiest post of the month


anyone back me up ?

The tendency is strong here.

The sad thing is the post would probably be just as accurate if you replaced Careless with Bono-One and Ashley Blue with Hillary Scott or if you replaced Careless with Arin X and Ashley with Taryn Thomas.

Sure.

I camp outside of porn studios to follow home the whores I am obsessed with every weekend.

But the unknown pervert always is first on the scene and takes the best spot.

Early creep.

I bought an autographed Polaroid from Veronica Hart back in 1987, and thought that she was a genuine and sweet woman.

He has one 'friend' and that friend is Hillary Scott. I'm sure she's a great friend.

the first time i met the whore of my dreams she asked me for meth money