by Tucker Max
YoungGirl “Hey.”
Standing in the doorway looking at her, for a split second I seriously considered just closing the door. But I didn’t—I mean, she was already here, willing to fuck, and it was still pussy. She might be disturbingly young looking, but she was not ugly, and I’d definitely fucked worse. Plus she was a virgin, so it was normal that she’d look a bit innocent and young for her age.
I invited her in and talked to her for a little while. But the more we talked, the more uncomfortable I felt. Red flags and warning bells were going off all over the place, like a disaster slot machine just hit the megajackpot. Nothing was right about this girl.
Over the course of our emailing, she had told me she was a freshman in college, and I told her to bring her ID with her because I was going to card her. I was half joking—it didn’t occur to me that a college girl might not only be under drinking age, but under fucking age—but at this point I decided I needed to follow through on it:
Tucker “You brought your ID, like I told you, right? Let’s see it.”
She pulled it out sheepishly. I wish I had scanned it so I could show you; you’d crack up laughing. It was a fucking joke. The picture was of a girl with different hair, different-color eyes, and BRACES! It was so obviously someone else’s ID, I wasn’t even sure it would work on Bourbon Street. It also said she was 19. If this girl was a 19 year old college freshman, I was an 80 year old D-day veteran.
Tucker “OK, come on. This is the most ridiculous fake I’ve ever seen. You couldn’t fool a blind person with this.”
She tried to sell me for about a minute, but I was having none of it.
Tucker “Come on, just stop lying. You’re getting nowhere. Seriously, how old are you?”
I expected her to say 17. Even though the age of consent in that state was 17, I don’t hook up with girls under 18 on principle, so her being young was actually turning out to be good thing—I wasn’t into her at all, physically or as person, and now I had a nice, nonpersonal excuse when I broke the news that I wouldn’t be firing it in her.
YoungGirl “I’m 14.”
You know that feeling you get when you know you’re fucked, you can see it coming, but it hasn’t quite hit yet? Like when you’re sitting at a stoplight, and you see a car speeding toward you in the rearview mirror and the driver is looking down texting instead of at the road. That moment when you realize he’s not going to look up in time to stop, that split second before the disaster happens, when everything slows down and you know for a fact you’re completely fucked and there’s nothing you can do about it? I had that feeling.
Tucker “OH MY GOD!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! 14??? 14!??!?!!? PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE KIDDING?!??!”
She shook her head. My whole body went weak. I had a huge adrenaline dump, my knees buckled, and I had to catch myself on the table. My heart was beating so rapidly I thought it was going to come right out of my chest. I tore into her purse to find her real ID. It wasn’t a state ID, not even a learner’s permit. You need to be 15 to get one of those.
It was a high school ID.
And she was a freshman.
Tucker “HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??”
This was the closest I’d ever come to a legit panic attack in my life. I ran to my window and looked outside for Chris Hansen. Even though this girl had sought me out, lied to me about her age, and arrived at my house under false pretenses, I still fully expected a SWAT team to be outside waiting for me. There was no one there, but if cops had been outside, I can say with certainty I would’ve collapsed into a puddle and cried like a little bitch.
The worst part was that even though this girl lied to me in every way, there was nothing I could do. It’s not like I could call the cops on her—how the fuck would I explain this situation to the police? “So you see Officer, I wrote a book about getting drunk and fucking lots of girls, and because of this, girls come to me to lose their virginity.” I would not make it through that sentence before the nightstick came crashing down on my skull.
And God forbid, what if this girl lied to them, about anything? I’d be fucked. The taint of just an accusation, even if you are completely innocent and are eventually cleared, never really leaves you.
All these thoughts coalesced inside my head as I tried to collect myself, making me angier and more freaked out with each passing second. And this was happening in June 2006. You remember what happened in March 2006? The Duke lacrosse case. The fates of Reade Seligmann, Collin Finnerty, and David Evans were fresh in my mind. I couldn’t stand the lacrosse players I knew when I was at Duke (I didn’t know those three), but no one deserves to be falsely accused of anything, especially not a sex crime. It’s wrong and it’s bullshit—and here I was in a position to have exactly that happen to me.
Tucker “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE I COULD GET INTO FOR THIS?!??!?! IF WE HAD HOOKED UP, I COULD GO TO FEDERAL POUND-ME-IN-THE-ASS PRISON!!!”
YoungGirl “I’m sorry.”
Tucker “YOU’RE SORRY? YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE I COULD GET IN???”
YoungGirl “I don’t understand, why are you so mad?”
Really, she said this. Those were her words. I started stuttering, I was so flabbergasted.
Tucker “WHY AM I MAD?? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT STATUTORY RAPE IS, YOU FUCKING MORON????”
And that’s when the crying started.
I guess that reaction should be expected when you scream curses at a 14 year old girl at the top of your lungs… though I’m not really sure, since I haven’t hung out with girls that age since I was in middle school.
Though I felt pretty justified in losing my mind, it wasn’t helping anything. I took a few deep breaths to calm down.
Tucker “OK, stop crying. I’m sorry I yelled, but this is fucking serious. Statutory rape is no joke.”
YoungGirl “But… I want to sleep with you. That’s not rape.”
Tucker “Let me explain something to you. Statutory rape has nothing to do with consent. I can get notarized, filmed consent from you, and it wouldn’t matter. If you are under the age of legal consent—and you are, by a wide WIDE margin—I’m fucked. End of story, I go to prison, no discussion or argument, and I’m labeled as a sex offender the rest of my life, all because you lied to me.”
YoungGirl “But if I’m the one who lied, how can you get in trouble?”
It’s funny. At Duke Law School, I never went to class, I never studied, I never did anything but drink with my friends and fuck UNC sorority girls. My friends call me all the time asking for legal advice, and most of the time, I have no idea what the answer is, so I just quote a scene from Law & Order that seems to be on point. Yet, there is ONE thing I did learn…
Tucker “Statutory rape is what’s called a ‘strict liability’ crime. Unlike most crimes, that means that the intent of either party to the crime is irrelevant; all that matters is the act. Your mother and father could come in here and swear on a Bible in front of a judge that you were 18, and if I fuck you, and you’re actually 14, it doesn’t matter what they said, I STILL GO TO JAIL. That’s why it’s called STRICT liability.”
YoungGirl “But that’s not fair.”
Tucker “NOT FAIR?!? SORT OF LIKE YOU FUCKING LYING TO ME ABOUT YOUR FUCKING AGE AND PUTTING ME AT RISK FOR PRISON???”
She started crying again. Bawling hysterically.
As I stood there watching her body heave with sobs, I briefly disassociated from my immediate emotions and began to reevaluate my life. I already knew this situation would take me months to recover from emotionally. In the meantime, there would be no more meeting girls off the internet. I was not gonna talk to girls without first carding them, even at bars, and I didn’t care how much of a fucking weirdo people thought I was being. The next roommate I got would be a bouncer or work for the DMV. I’d have him card every girl I brought home, even if she was so old she looked like a catcher’s mitt with lipstick.
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Tucker “We can debate the fairness of the law later. I can’t have a 14 year old girl in my apartment. I think even this is breaking the law, I’m not sure, and I have no desire to find out. You have to go home right now.”
She had taken a Greyhound bus to come see me, so I walked her down to the bus station to go back home (being as she was 14, she couldn’t even drive a Vespa). We ran into one problem: It was two hours until the next bus was set to depart, and she was scared.
YoungGirl “Can you stay with me until the bus comes? These people creep me out.”
It was like a scene straight out of Adventures in Babysitting. Whatever it took to get this girl safely away from me—other than having sex with her—I’d do. I was petrified that other people would notice the 30 year old guy with the 14 year old girl, but I guess they were just as fooled as I was, because no one gave us a second look. Though, if you’ve ever been to a bus station, you know it takes a LOT to stand out.
As we sat amid the bums and assorted other vagrants who ride Greyhound buses, something dawned on me.
Tucker “Wait a minute—your ID said you were 19. You can’t even buy alcohol with that. Why did you get it?”
YoungGirl “Uhhh… I… uhhh…”
Tucker “You went out and got a fake ID for the SOLE purpose of fucking me?”
She didn’t say anything.
Tucker “Oh. My. God.”
I got up to walk around, as walking usually helps me think. I couldn’t process all the traumas that were happening to me at once. A 14 year old girl… got a fake ID… to lose her virginity to me… and rode for an hour on a bus to do it.
What the fuck was going on? Is this really my life?
As I was trying to work through this emotional minefield, she came up and tugged on my arm.
YoungGirl “Oh look, there’s a Pinkberry across the street. I love Pinkberry! Can we get some?”
She looked at me with those googly eyes that presexualized girls use to manipulate their parents and sexualized girls use to manipulate their boyfriends. Hers were both.
I knew this wasn’t my fault. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong. I knew I hadn’t touched her. I knew that she sought me out, emailed me first, sent me very misleading pictures, and lied to me multiples times, but still… I’d never felt dirtier in my life than that exact moment.
I looked at her in complete disbelief, weighed my options, and did the only thing that made any sense considering the events of the previous two hours.
I ordered a large green tea frozen yogurt with Cap’n Crunch and strawberries, because that shit is delicious.
Then I went home, took the longest shower I’d ever taken, in the hottest water I could bear, scrubbed myself raw, and drank beer until I passed out.
THE TUCKER MAX SEX-RAY
Occurred—August 2009
When the movie based on my first book came out, Nils, a crew of assorted miscreants, and I rode around the country in a huge tour bus, attending premieres in various cities and causing all sorts of havoc. There were many, many hilarious incidents, but one incident stood above the rest, an incident that was so awesome that it shocked even Dr. Drew.
It all started the night of the premiere in Raleigh, North Carolina. I was sitting on the tour bus, exhausted from a long day, sipping a beer and talking to Jeff and Nils. These two girls I had talked to earlier came on the bus, and they were pretty, but to be honest, I was fairly unenthusiastic about them. Still, they were girls, and they were there, and they wanted to fuck, so I tried to find something compelling about them.
Tucker “So what do you do?”
Girl “I’m an x-ray tech.”
OK, that’s interesting. Jeff had hurt his shoulder the day before—in a fit of rage, he tried to use it to dent an elevator door—and now he thought he might have a serious problem with it.
Tucker “Really? Jeff has a bad shoulder. Can you get it x-rayed for him?”
X-rayTech “Of course. I can x-ray anything.”
Tucker “When can we go? Tomorrow morning, maybe?”
X-rayTech “Right now, if you want.”
X-rayFriend “She has the keys to the place.”
Jeff and I perk up like meerkats and share a conspiratorial glance.
Tucker “You have keys? To an x-ray clinic? How?”
X-rayTech “I’m the head tech there, and the boss wants to fuck me, so he lets me do anything I want.”
Tucker “So we can go and get an x-ray right now?”
X-rayTech “Yep.”
Tucker “What else can you x-ray?”
X-rayTech “I can x-ray anything you want.”
Tucker “So… can you get an x-ray of you and me fucking?”
X-rayTech and her friend flash their best 3am Cinemax grins.
X-rayTech “I can do you one better. I can get an x-ray video of us fucking.”
Tucker “You shut up! There is no such thing as x-ray video! That’s only in Total Recall!”
X-rayFriend “There is. We can go now.”
Jeff and I leap to our feet, I take X-rayTech by her hand, Jeff grabs the other one, and we sprint from the tour bus out to the van and race to the clinic.
X-rayTech unlocks the door and disarms the alarm, and we get situated in front of the x-ray machine. We quickly figure out that an x-ray video of us having sex is pretty much impossible, because it’s just a mass of bones. I have another idea: I put X-rayTech on her knees and have her fellate me in front of the x-ray machine. Jeff and the other girl immediately crack up laughing.
Jeff “That’s awesome! Holy shit!”
He is laughing so much I almost think he has to be playing it up.
Jeff “OK, that’s good, you got plenty of video, I want to go now!!”
We switch places, they get in front of the x-ray machine and start going, and X-rayTech turns it on.
I literally fall on the floor laughing. The hardest I’d ever laughed in my life. The video is the best. Google “Tucker Max Sex-ray” and it’ll come up, but here are some screen shots:
I SHOCK DR. DREW
That’s not all there is to this story. I went on Loveline a few weeks later, and I was really excited about it because I am a huge Dr. Drew fan. During a commercial, we were talking about things that shock him, and he said that after being a doctor for like 25 years, and doing Loveline for over 20, nothing shocked him anymore. So I showed him the SeX-ray video.
I will try to not overstate this, but there is no doubt Dr. Drew was shocked. He kinda stammered for a second, and then we came back on the air. This is the exact transcript from that point forward:
Dr. Drew “We’re back… I was just exposed to a video of, I guess oral sex…”
Tucker “I knew that was gonna throw you for a curveball man.”
Dr. Drew “It’s oral sex on a Cinescope.”
Tucker “No no, on x-ray video.”
Dr. Drew “Yeah but a fluoroscope it’s called. That’s a ton of x-ray exposure buddy, right to your nuts.”
Tucker “She had metal hoop earrings on too Dr. Drew! It was an x-ray tech who I hooked up with who put me in front of that thing…”
Dr. Drew “Is she out of her mind?”
Nils “Yes.”
Tucker “Well… she said it was a lower level of exposure than…”
Dr. Drew “It is, but it’s still a… we doctors are a very cautious…”
Tucker “And a doctor emailed me after I posted this. He’s like, ‘You cannot say who did that because they’ll lose their license.’ Like it’s a big deal or something.”
Dr. Drew “Yeah it’s a big deal! And especially shooting across your testes. I mean, that’s f-ed up. I’m sorry, but that’s not a cool thing.”
Nils “She might actually get an award from the National Organization for Women.”
Dr. Drew “I guarantee that she was as narcissistic as you, or a drug addict, to be able to want to take that kind of risk.”
Tucker “She’s a nice lady!”
Dr. Drew “I’m just saying.”
Tucker “It’s really that bad?”
Dr. Drew “Is it bad? You know, when we use fluoroscopes, you put them on for just a second and then turn them off, because it’s such a high level of radiation. It’s continuous radiation exposure. It’s not just a single picture.”
Tucker “So I can go without a condom for a couple months?”
[Dr. Drew glares at me.]
Tucker “I’m just kidding. No but it’s not permanent, is it really?”
Nils [laughs] “It’s not permanent.”
Dr. Drew “Well, risk of testicular cancers, risk of all kinds of stuff. That’s why they wear those big lead shields when they’re working there!”
Tucker “So you’re saying that skeleton porn’s not going to catch on.”
Dr. Drew “I don’t think so. What they’ve done is MRIs and CT scans and things like that.”
Tucker “But have you ever seen x-ray porn like that?”
Dr. Drew “No.”
Tucker “The best part is that she had hoop earrings on, did you see that?”
Dr. Drew “Yeah, so the x-ray was also firing into those and going all over the place.”
Nils “That’s the best part. Not the infertility.”
Dr. Drew “Oh Tucker. This is not good. Not good at all.”
I’ll just say it: When you can shock Dr. Drew, you’ve really accomplished something. Whether it’s good or bad—or causes testicular cancer—is a different issue. But it’s definitely something.
HOT, SANE, SINGLE
I have been dating, fucking, and otherwise dealing with women as an adult for 16+ plus years now, and for the most part, I’ve found one rule about them to be depressingly true:
1. hot
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