when i was fourteen years old, i remember sitting in Human Biology discussing my love for Justin Timberlake’s curly hair, his smirk in the “Bye Bye Bye” video & how he single-handedly made his boy band a success.
i defended his corn rows when he was dating Britney, i accepted his relationship with Cameron Diaz, & i belted out NSYNC’s Christmas album even when Santa-decor was in storage.
right after undergrad, i was working a mundane job while continuing my search for a career-type position (spoiler alert: it took 8 more years), & it was “Justified” that got me through those long, drawn out days.
i remember the morning, in 2006, when his album dropped. i downloaded it on iTunes not realizing my brothers had gone out at midnight to scoop it up as a surprise.
my commute to & from said job was my saving grace— & day dreams of Mr. JT kept my morale high.
his music has been apart of my work outs, his style has been discussed on twitter, & his down-to-earth attitude still has me hooked.
when i think back to the many times he’s hosted & performed on SNL, has teamed up with my favorite funny man, Jimmy Fallon, & has kept his classy demeanor when so many other child stars are making waves on TMZ,
i think back to being that fourteen year old girl, lost in the lockers of high school, & am proud that through all the bad boys & athletes that once captured my attention, at least i got one crush right.
last night’s concert in Omaha was everything i needed it to be & so much more. after singing Pusher Girl & telling us all, “i feel like sh** but i heard you guys, so here i am…” i realized he could do no wrong. even dressed in his Suit & Tie, battling some illness, he was perfect.
& don’t even get me started on how close he was to our seats (!!!)…