![]() She started a blog called Flavorlicious just to sing his praises. Just ask Bumpz, 36, a Washington D.C.based woman with a master’s degree in education. Not that they want to marry – or even date – him. And the amazing thing is, this makes a lot of women actually love him. Not too skinny, not too fat.” FOR Flav, that’s the equivalent of a Shakespeare sonnet. A woman who is going to stand up for hers. “The faithful type, you know what I’m sayin’? A woman that is a very strong on holding down the home front. “Honestly, I look for the good-girl type,” Flav says. But I started to see what even a level-headed girl might see in him. Which is why I declined when he invited me to come visit him at the Sheraton (really). I’m not saying I wanted to run away with Flav – or even have a cup of coffee. There’s no doubt that he’s crass, but he’s also optimistic – and a selfproclaimed hopeless romantic. Underneath it all is an earnest sweetness, a strange combination street hustler and genteel charmer. Forget about the flashy grills on his teeth, the satin bedroom ensembles that adorn his boudoir and the disgusting way he gnaws on chicken wings. And that’s all it took for him to charm me. You know why? Because Little Flav was at 10-hut!” Hardly the makings of any woman’s Prince Charming fantasy.īut then I talked to him. 11 got off my lap, I still couldn’t get up. Instead of romantic sweet nothings, they get this: “When No. Instead of competing for an engagement ring, the girls vie for a chance to “kick it” with the pint-sized Public Enemy.įlav, 47, courts them by taking the ladies to his favorite soul food restaurant – to serve, not eat. At least not the kind to inspire dozens of women to fight (literally) over him on VH1’s “Flavor of Love,” a ghetto-grotesque version of “The Bachelor,” which recently made its mark as the mostwatched show in the network’s history. And his face? Well, only a blind mother could love that gnomish mug.įlav, as far as I could tell, was an unlikely stud. THE first time I saw Flavor Flav, I thought he was nasty – a smarmy rapper with gold teeth and unfortunate fashion sense, the kind of man who accessorizes with a giant wall clock and a Viking helmet. SAVOR THE FLAVOR – HE’S CRUDE, HE’S CRAZY BUT LADIES CAN’T STOP LOVING HIM
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