Last night I turned down sex with Bradley Cooper.
I keep repeating this, yet it still doesn’t seem real.
Technically it’s not real. It was a dream. What might’ve been a mind-blowing sex dream, but ended up… nothing.
Because leave up to me.
“Oh no, Bradley. We can do it tomorrow,” I promise. While he’s trying to seduce me. This gorgeous, naked man.
Melissa, you stupid, stupid b*tch. What the hell is wrong with you? If you ever try that crap with Michael Fassbender, we’re over. You hear me? OVER!