I'm going to see New Kids On The Block in concert in January! I can't believe it! I've only waited so long for this! My friend Roxy booked the tickets for four of us today, as soon as they were put on sale, so we're going, we're going, WE'RE GOING!
I don't think you understand the love I had for this boyband when I was 12. I LOVED them. My love for them was only a very very close second to Michael Jackson (and yes, you can say what you like about MJ - he was the BEST). I had all the posters on the wall and everything. My every last penny was spent on buying any magazine they were featured in. I even made my dad sit at home and record one of their concerts when it was shown on satellite TV, because I had been out shopping with my mum, and I wouldn't have been home in time. I LOVED them.
My favourite 'kid' was Jordan. I couldn't believe that someone so beautiful could exist in real life. I thought he was perfect - even though he wore braces for quite a long time. I'm not too fond of those. I had a life-size poster of him on the wall above my headboard...and yes... maybe I kissed it a couple of times, or shall I say... he kissed me... I also used to tell myself that seven years wasn't a big age gap between us. I didn't see why a 19 year old wouldn't go out with a 12 year old. Obviously I now know that had he come anywhere near me (in that way) at that age, my parents would have had him hung, drawn and quartered.
I remember there was a girl in my year at school, who loved the group (and Jordan) just as much as I did. On her birthday her mum gave her a card in the morning, but told her not to open it until she arrived at school. When she opened it, two New Kids On The Block concert tickets fell out. She spent the whole day being smug and telling anyone who'd listen about her birthday present from her mum. I was so jealous, and I had all these visions of her meeting Jordan, and him fancying her and wanting her to be his girlfriend. Well look at me now 'R'! It's my turn! OK so it might have taken 18 years, but better late than never love!
So if you happen to bump into me on 24 January, and I'm wearing ripped stone-washed jeans, a baggy white t-shirt with neon print, and buttons, badges and pins all over my attire - you can "call it what you want, but I'll call it love!"
