Author Kiarra M. Taylor's Childhood Celebrity Crush

Today we have author Kiarra M. Taylor sharing her childhood celebrity crush! Read on to meet her ideal!

Crush
krəSH/
 
informal:
 
a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.
 
 Above is the technical definition for crush. Below you will find one that is decidedly…mine.
 
So, I’m a 90s kid. I grew up when TLC was hot stuff, scrunchies were all the rage, baggy (like, super baggy) jeans and plaid shirts were life and so was wrestling. Now, when you think wrestling, you think what?
 
WWE.
 
I was (and am still) a huge WWE fan, and that’s largely in part thanks to the 6”5, 220 pounds, one-eyebrow raising, if ya sme-e-e-e-e-e-ellllll, tongue wagging, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
 
*sighs dreamily and squirms in seat just seeing his name on my screen*
 
To say I have a “crush” on this man, this Samoan God on earth, is so…so…pedestrian. I would quite literally drink his bath water. Hell, they could bottle it up and I’d buy it by the truckload!
 
When Dwayne (he and I are on a first name basis after all these years) returned to wrestling in 2011 or so, and he and the whole WWE ensemble trekked to the Consol Energy Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I was there hours--hours—before the doors opened, scoping out the venue and trying to catch a glimpse of the man I know is destined to one day be my husband.
 
Yes, I know he just had a daughter not too long ago, and has another one on the way, but that’s only because I told him I don’t want any more children so he’s just sowing his royal oats. He’ll be back. Soon and very soon! LOL.
 
Okay, delusions aside, this man really is my all-time, never-changing crush. Not just because he’s freakishly tall, handsome, and bulky, either. But also, because he just seems to be one great human being. He champions so many good causes and he treats his fans so graciously, which I got to witness firsthand both of the times I saw him in action at a WWE event.
 
But, that bald head, those muscles and that goatee don’t hurt, either. Just sayin’.
 
*wink, wink*