confession session.

when i was fifteen i had a forbidden love.

i liked a boy and he liked me.

we danced in parks,

talked on the phone until three in the morning,

and went on illegal dates.

i thought he was so cool.

most of these cool points came from the fact

he was one of the first people i knew with an email 

not connected to hotmail.com.

"steak.rocks"

what a dreamboat.

steak.rocks emailed me songs 

nearly everyday that summer.

my fifteen-year-old heart melted.

he was so hip and cool and dreamy.

hotmail has since deleted my all my saved emails

but one song remains locked in my brain.

one song that will always remind me of

steak.rocks and that summer of secret love.

according to him,

i was the uptown girl
and he the downtown man.
after watching this video more times than i'd care to admit,
i can confidently say i'm grateful youtube didn't exist during our illicit affair.
if he sent me this link instead of the song,
i might have been more creeped than knee-weakened.
because, let's be honest,
how awkward is billy in this?
and don't even get me started on the choreography 
and half-tee shirts. 
there are somethings better left alone.