Anatomy of a Lie (I told myself and my bestie)
Me to bestie when I started terrorizing her with Omar content: Just listen to this one song. (hahaha) Amazing right?
That same week bestie adds Que Puedo Hacer to her playlist next to el divino Fonseca. (#winning)
Two days later: Don’t worry, we’ll definitely skip the boy band phase. (laughing intensifies)
Me a few days later: Oh, I saw one bit from the boy band era in an edit. I wonder what that was from? Okay, just a Quick Look™️ to see what it’s like. (laughter turns hysterical)
Me 12 hours later: Hey, I know I said no boy band stuff, but listen to this one.
(link to Build a Girl is sent, cackling can be heard in three counties)
(Btw, this is all said with the utmost love and a huge helping of cheeky winks—which Omar cannot do and neither can I, but in spirit I’m winking. We have nothing but love for boy bands. Always have, always will.)
That night I buy the song.
Three days later (after putting it on 🔂 in the car every day) I text bestie:
Now, whenever I listen to it ⬇️⬇️⬇️
No, I haven’t learned the original choreography yet.
Yes, I have added more boy band songs to the rotation.
Don’t send help.
To quote myself: I hate to say it, but THIS IS EXTREMELY MY SHIT. (Reader, I don’t hate it.)
~The End~
