You know how growing up you had friends who were so close you called them play cousins? He’s sort of like my play British boyfriend. If play means he has no idea I exist.
This post actually started out as a Facebook status update in response to Idris Elba singing in his new(?) video (check out the video at the end of this post. Wait! Will you at least read the post first?)
Side note – Idris is an awesome actor, a VERY good looking man, and from what I understand a great DJ and entertainer.
And a VERY good looking man.
Singer? Not so much.
But, a few of us remarked on Facebook about how it really didn’t matter, especially since the lyrics and the tone of the video are so…delicious. The funniest response I saw went something like this, ” He could juggle bottles of pink oil moisturizer while tap-dancing to the macaerena. I’d still buy that ish on DVD…” So there you go. Emotions run high when it comes to my man Eed (that’s what I call him on our play dates together.)
Anyway, all this Idris talk reminded me of the time I almost met him.
You see at one point Eed lived in Atlanta (maybe still does) in the townhome complex of the girl who did my hair, and I was over there once getting my wig busted and she went out to her mailbox while I was under the dryer and came back and told me Idris was just at the mailbox and I almost snatched the plastic cap off my head to go stare (stare because like, what would I say?) at him, but then I thought “Grace, the first time you meet Idris Elba you shouldn’t have deep conditioner dripping from your head. You probably shouldn’t anytime you meet Idris Elba, but certainly not the first time,” she said, in the run-on sentence from hell.
Some of my friends, being who they are, chimed in. One very supportive and equally misguided friend suggested “Nonsense! He meets thousands of women. It is important to make a memorable impression.” A friend more grounded in reality countered, “I agree it is important to make a memorable first impression. But I must add POSITIVE memorable impression.”
Long story short, I did NOT snatch the plastic cap off my head and go running out to stare at Eed. So, I may have missed my once in a lifetime opportunity to meet the man who today is asking me in this song to share a few secrets with him.
The moral of the story? The next time Idris Elba is picking up his mail, I will, plastic cap, deep conditioner and all, RUN to go meet him. And that, is no secret. Check out this video to see why…