Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Redfoo fella and that young tennis gal, Peyton Stearns. Folks been gossiping, you know, like hens in a coop. So, is they datin’ or what? That’s what everyone’s clucking about.
Now, I ain’t no fancy city slicker who knows all the ins and outs of these celebrity types. But I got eyes and ears, and I can piece things together like a good ol’ quilt.
First off, who in tarnation is this Redfoo guy anyway? Seems he used to be with another tennis player, some gal named Victoria. Big hoo-ha when they broke up, I reckon. Now he’s showin’ up at Peyton’s matches, cheerin’ her on. Folks sayin’ he was even in her box, you know, where the family and coaches sit.
- That’s kinda suspicious, ain’t it? I mean, men don’t usually go watchin’ some gal play tennis unless they got a reason. Unless they sellin’ popcorn, I guess.
- And it ain’t just one match, mind you. Heard tell he was at that Indian Wells thing too, clappin’ and hollerin’ for Peyton.
Now, Redfoo, he’s sayin’ they just friends. Says he likes her forehand and her coach. Forehand? Sounds like somethin’ you’d say about a cow, not a lady! But these young folks, they talk funny these days. He says he’s friends with another tennis fella too, Shap- somethin’ or other. Maybe he just likes tennis, like some folks like watchin’ paint dry. Who am I to judge?
But let’s be real here. Men and women, they ain’t usually “just friends”, especially when one’s a famous singer and the other’s a pretty young thing swingin’ a racket. It’s like puttin’ a rooster in the hen house and expectin’ ’em to just chat about the weather.
Peyton, she ain’t said much about it. Probably busy with her tennis and all. Smart gal, that one. Focusin’ on her career, not on all this gossip. That’s what my mama always told me, “Keep your eyes on the prize, girl, and don’t let no man distract you.”
So, what’s the truth? Well, I reckon nobody knows for sure but them two. Maybe they datin’, maybe they ain’t. Maybe it’s just a publicity stunt, you know, to get folks talkin’. These celebrities, they do all sorts of crazy things for attention.
But I tell you what, if they ain’t datin’ now, they might be soon. All that cheerin’ and box-sittin’, it’s bound to lead to somethin’. And if they do end up together, well, good for them, I say. Love is a funny thing, it pops up where you least expect it, like a toad in the garden.
Anyways, it ain’t none of my business, really. I got my own garden to tend to, and chickens to feed. But it’s always fun to hear a little gossip now and then, keeps things interestin’, you know? Just like watchin’ them soap operas on TV, only this is real life, or maybe it ain’t. Who knows these days?
So, there you have it. The whole shebang about Redfoo and Peyton. Make of it what you will. Me? I’m gonna go make some biscuits. All this talkin’ makes a body hungry.
And one last thing, them internet folks, they got all sorts of websites and such. “Womens Sports Now” something or other, they got stories too. But I ain’t got time for that fancy clickin’ and typin’. I’d rather get my news from the porch swing.
Tags: [Redfoo, Peyton Stearns, Dating, Tennis, Relationship, Victoria Azarenka, Celebrity, Gossip]
