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hey there.

I’m T.K., a girl rolling aroundLA by bicycle, navigating the City of Angels… come along for the ride.

Come Here Big Daddy

Come Here Big Daddy

30-Day Writing Challenge

We’re keeping it rolling, baby. After one last stop in New Orleans to Bernard’s Pralines, we hopped on I-10 East out of Da Boot.

Whoah, I’m really almost kinda sorta two-thirds of the way thru this 30-day writing challenge. I say kinda sorta because I’ll have to make up the two days I’ve missed, then do a post, after they’re all up, listing them all.

Yesterday, I shared a blog post with my cousin and her man, who are new parents, about how I can’t stand when people post new babies on social media. The post isn’t really all about y’all folks’ ugly newborns, but that is what had come up in conversation to prompt me to share. My cousin said, “weeeeeeell, I finally got to the part where you list your pet peeves.” I took that as a hint that I should consider getting to the point sooner in blog posts.

Let’s get to it.

Writing Prompt 20: Post about three celebrity crushes.

My right eye immediately pinched slightly more closed than the left.

Working in Beverly Hills luxury retail and high end hospitality all aroundLA, I’ve been in close proximity to a number of our nation’s biggest stars. My grandmother raised me to treat everyone with the same level of respect, from the CEO to the janitor, because if they put on their pants one leg at a time, like me, they ain’t no better than me, and I ain’t no better than them.

Thee only time I’ll probably ever get star struck is if Tupac Amaru Shakur grabbed me by the hand. And that’s mainly because it’d be my first time seeing a ghost.

Though I’ve seen the corniness beyond the illusion of the lights and cameras, to not be a party pooper, I’ll think of a few celebrity crushes.

If we’re going on solely looks, the Black men in Hollywood whose attractiveness can’t be denied are:

  • Idris Elba

  • Morris Chestnut

I thought I was going to say one more, but no one came to mind. Mind you, both of these men are old enough to be my father. Actually, I think they may have children my age. Look, y’all know in a previous blog post I drew a connection between all the things that make me like a man being what a father does for his child.

Related: Treat Me Like I’m Your Baby And I Will Be

Well, we’re pulling up to my grandmother’s house. Let me go on in and shut it on down after being on the road all day.

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