Oh, Megan... You are not alone.
Backstreet Boys, Nick Lachey, *Nsync, Leo (even before Titanic-- Romeo, oh Romeo), Marky Mark in Guess tighty whities, Brad Pitt and JTT are just a few of the many men that have been scotch taped to my walls, ceiling and bedroom door.
Boys, boys, boys!! Some people say it's natural to be a little boy (or girl) crazy in your youth, but I think I popped out looking for love! It started off innocently enough by chasing boys around the playground, but I hadn't even made it to first grade before my elementary school teachers had to conjure up a previously unneeded, no-kissing policy when they caught me smooching my boyfriend at recess.
My preteens were spent cutting out pictures of the latest shiny-chested and stubble-free heart throbs from pages of magazines like Tiger Beat and Seventeen, which seemed to exist for the sole purpose of fueling my pubescent hunk obsession. Honestly, I wish I could say this was weird behavior, but I think Megan can vouch when I say, "We were definitely not alone."
After all, I wasn't the only one who bawled my eyes out all SEVEN of the times I saw Titanic in the movie theaters... or was I?
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