One minor confession.
On September 26th 2000, I went to FYE and purchased a copy of the R and B group 98 Degrees’ album Revelation the day it came out.
It was the follow up to my favorite of their records, ‘98 Degrees and Rising.’
Full disclosure: I was a closeted boy band fanatic.
Even O-Town (I selfishly bought the C.D. for my sister’s birthday).
Though I can now come to grips with this in sort of an ironic-hipster-its-so-uncool-that-it-is-cool way….much how I’ve accepted my obsession with the card game Magic The Gathering…..as a sixteen year old male trying to fit into a mold of classic teenage masculinity it was a closely guarded secret.
Don’t get me wrong, I also genuinely enjoyed other kinds of music ranging from grunge to hip hop, but there was something about these crooners that spoke to my sensibilities.
It wasn’t their style….I would’ve never frosted my tips or worn rhinestone bandanas.
Nor their dance moves….in fact I wasn’t crazy about the club hits that got radio play.
I think it was their soulful, unabashed expressions of love towards the women they sung about.
Much like Nick Lachey sings on 1997’s’ ‘98 Degrees’ I often felt like the ‘Invisible Man.’
I wanted a love that was ‘like a river, peaceful and deep’ and knew all too well of females that wouldn’t ‘quit playing games with my heart.’
I was a romantic.
I still am.
Yet with all this talk of love, I’ve never given more than a passing thought to my own wedding.
I’m not terrified of marriage, I just don’t think about it all that much.
Some people know exactly what that day is going to look like for them down to the place cards.
For some reason, the only thing I’m sure of is that I want to have a Round Table cheese pizza light cheese extra sauce on a thin crust waiting for me at the reception.
It’s something I came up with when I was six.
Oh, I also know a few of the songs we’ll be playing…..