The Right Stuff

I met a bunch of giggling 14 year old girls today who were all wearing matching "Bieber Fever" plastic bracelets and asking me if, since I'm from LA, I could help them meet Justin Bieber. They pleaded with their shiny brace faces, could I at least get his email address for them? The gleam in their eyes reminded me so much of myself at 14 when I could think of nothing more than plotting ways to get the New Kids on the Block to notice me. I staked out a hotel in Louisville they were staying at during the tour. I even bribed a disc jockey at the local radio station with two boxes of girl scout cookies. I had Duran Duran pins on my jacket, Corey Haim posters in my locker and Micheal J Fox magazine covers stacked by my bed. I'm thankful for all the teen heartthrobs - for The Beatles and Elvis and the Cassidy brothers - for that giddy feelings and the ridiculous memories they give us:)
But I'm especially thankful that after all these years, I found my very own heartthrob - the cutest guy that makes me feel like a giddy teenager every day - and got him not only to notice me, but to marry me. Sorry, Justin Timberlake.