Only In My L.A.

Apparently I see a new star pretty much every day now. I'm definitely on a roll.

The latest was Boris Kodjoe walking past me as I was having Saturday brunch after yoga. If you live in LA, you're gonna be doing some yoga. It's pretty much a requirement. You'll also be having brunch afterward, unless of course you're going to a Farmer's Market instead. That's an acceptable excuse.

And if you're having brunch, you're really going to want to have Boris Kodjoe stroll by right in front of your table. Trust me, it’s a treat. This is something to write home about. He’s really really really really ridiculously good-looking. (You’ll have to forgive me; I just watched Zoolander this weekend and have been saying that an average of 10 times a day since. You should try it; it’s actually really really really really fun.)

Perhaps you’re not sure who Boris Kodjoe is. Which is perfectly understandable since the name doesn’t really match the beautiful face. Or the body. Let’s not forget about that work of art.

But “Boris?” What were his parents thinking? Come on people. I know you can do better than that. So if you don’t know who he is, just look at the above picture. And please stop staring I know it’s hard.

Anyway, he walked by holding his little baby girl’s hand. Awwwwww. Does it get any cuter than that?