Tika shares the perk of living on her own in Esquire Magazine.
I live by myself. I come in the door, I can throw my stuff on the floor. I can leave the dishes. I can have wine. Nobody is telling me to turn down the TV or, Okay, let's go to bed. I just do what I want, when I want, and I love that. It's like my own kingdom, you know? But I'm weird. I love to clean my apartment, like, all the time.
On her bedroom mishaps:
I mean, I do have sexy stuff. But I've tried that for somebody else, and I was like, "What am I doing?" You put on the black lace thigh-highs and the little tiny stuff that connects with other things and you're like, "How does this even go? How do I put this on?" So you wear the heels and you walk in the room. You're trying to be all sexy, but you're so uncomfortable. And then you pop him in the face with it. It's a mess.
Her seduction;
Don't worry: If you're with me, you'll know if I want to kiss you or not. There will be no question. When it comes to that stuff, I'm pretty bold with the eyes.
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