he was my
first love. the first time i ever cried over a boy i was sitting in my family room watching him on tv, i just started crying knowing that i would never get to meet this boy that i was in 'love' with. brian littrell aka b-rock is his name; yes i do mean the
backstreet boys.
that was 14 years ago. i was the biggest backstreet boy fan there was. i knew every single fact, had every tv appearance on video tape (on the tapes there was a piece of tape with writing on it that read 'laura's BSB movie, tape over and die. i wasn't joking) , had all their cd's (some of them i even have 2 copies just in case one was misplaced), tshirts, pillowcases, posters, socks... you name it i had it. i knew
EVERYTHING about them, i could spit out a fact about whatever you wanted to know. in grade 12 at my 4th backstreet boys concert my 'dream' actually came true and i got to meet them after the show, it was a surreal experience. i remember when i met brian i wanted to be 'cool and mature', i didn't want to act like every other teeny-bopper fan that was there with me. so instead of asking the normal questions like 'can i have your picture' i asked
'can i babysit your kid'. what was i thinking? i still ask myself this question today. truth is, i wasn't, i was in complete shock and my brain shut down. it was not one of my finest moments. to this day i still kick myself for it.
for the past 5 years i haven't been the most loyal BSB fan and have somewhat fallen off the band wagon. the boys were on oprahs 'past heartthrobs' episode today so of course i did what i used to always do and taped it (this time on PVR, no tapes necessary in this day in age). thinking that i'm too cool for school and that my 'loving bsb' days were over now that i am a more 'older and more mature adult' (haha, yeah right) that i would be able to control my emotions and that watching the episode wouldn't effect me. i was wrong. watching them perform i got butterflies in my stomach and a cheesy grin was plastered on my face. after watching the episode a couple times over (okay it was 4 times) and singing along to their performance i had a good laugh at myself. i felt like i did when i was 12, like a giddy little school girl. it was nice to feel that again. like they say... you never forget your first love.