90's Hearthrobs: Male Edition

D.J. Don Jeremy - Devanté Swing

I had been listening to the quiet storm with D.J. Don Jeremy like clockwork for the past 2 months. There was just something about him that drew me in. I had never seen him before, mostly because he was a radio personality, but he was also very secretive about his identity. I didn't have to see him to tell you he was a cutie tho. I could tell he was sexy just by hearing his baritone voice.

His voice was deep, rich and smooth like expensive dark chocolate. It was suave and sexy, demanding respect and attention, exactly how I liked my men. 

He was giving people love advice and taking song requests for the night. I thought about calling in to talk to him, but I was single. I had no relationship to get advice for. My relationships never worked out. I guess I was looking for love in all the wrong places.

I always got the raw end of the deal, ending up with liars, scrubs, slackers, and married men. I just sat on my bed in my hot red lingerie two piece &  fuzzy red slipper heels, sipping my glass of Alizé while I looked around my cozy studio apartment.

I caught my reflection in the mirror sitting above my bed and fluffed my curly hair. I heard it on the daily but damn, I really was beautiful. People told me how gorgeous I was everyday & that was cool and all, but what was beauty when it was attached to an empty loveless vessel?

Right now Don was giving a girl named Rian advice. She had a crush on Mr. Dalvin, and she wanted to ask him to take her to prom or something? I don't know, I was only half listening.

Don told her that she would never know what was truly possible until she made an attempt. Apparently he knew Dalvin personally & He would get him to agree to indulge her. Rian thanked him, promising to find a way to reach out to Dalvin in hopes of him accepting her invitation.

How sweet.. to be young and in love. She had balls. I wish I had her confidence. I was shy when it came to going after things I wanted. I wished I had the confidence & courage to reach out to Don. Hopefully if I drank enough of this, tonight I would.

The next caller was a girl named Kalani. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship with a celebrity who had cheated in her and she was afraid to put herself back out there. She had met someone new at the strip club & was scared to open up to him because, she thought he'd turn out to be just like her ex.

Where were these girls nowadays finding celebrities to date? Shit, sign me up. I wish a celebrity would look my way. It would be a doneee deal. I needed friends like these. Friends that were bold, went after what they wanted & lived life to the fullest. Right now I was becoming that girl, thanks to the liquid courage I'd been sipping for the past hour.

Don told her to move on and stop living in the past. It was good advice. He knew what he was talking about, I'd give him that. He was very smart, and from what I could tell, he seemed to be a good listener. He always knew just the right thing to say.

Someone had called in to request Pump It Back by Jodeci, and it began to blast through the thins walls of my apartment. My radio was turned down to a low volume so I knew my neighbor was home. He had moved in a month ago & I'd never actually talked to him. Honestly, I couldn't even tell you the brutha's name.

I'd see him in passing once in a blue moon, never really getting a good luck at his face. However, I could tell the man was extremely sexy from his profile. And he always had women marching in & out of his apartment at ungodly hours. The walls were thin so I'd heard almost every sexual encounter he's had. From what I can tell, he could put it down in the bedroom.

My neighbor also proved to be a night owl, I never saw him during the daytime. He listened to the Quiet Storm every night religiously though, almost as much as I did, if not more.