Oh, dear. I'm about to embarrass myself.
Remember how just recently you complimented me on my taste in music? You might be eating those words after today's post. Just a warning.
The first cassette I truly remember get excited about belonged to this guy:
That's right - Joey Lawrence. Sigh. He made my little 12-year-old heart flutter. I listened to that tape repetitively. In fact, I still know the words to all of the songs - not a fact I'm particularly proud of, but true, none the less.
I remember feeling so cool as I jammed along to "Nothing My Love Can't Fix." As I watched the video this afternoon, cool wasn't quite the word I'd use to describe my feelings. More like utter mortification. Want to see it for yourself? You know you do.
Okay, so maybe I'm lying. Maybe, just maybe, I secretly still think Joey Lawrence is hot. Maybe I miss hearing him say "Whoa!" on Blossom every week. Maybe I still get that cassette out from time to time and sing along (or maybe I did until I got a new vehicle that doesn't have a cassette player.)
In any case, he's still pretty cute. So maybe I'm slightly justified in my former affection?
Hey, don't judge. I'm sure you have some good ones tucked away in your guilty pleasures file.