My heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Ryan Gosling favorited one of my tweets? What did I write on Twitter that inspired him? Was it my tweet about a spork? Did he enjoy a tweet about my bickering children?
Snap out of it woman! Ryan Gosling doesn’t want to hear about potty training or your c-section scar. It wasn’t the real Ryan Gosling. It was the Ryan Gosling Fan Club. (The official club, not one of those poser clubs) I may be a lonely housewife pining for a celebrity who doesn’t know I exist, but I am not pathetic. I am not going to join a fan club at 37-years-old. I have only joined one fan club in my entire life and I got screwed. (Get your mind out of the gutter!) More than 20 years later, I am still waiting for my membership packet to the New Kids on the Block Fan Club. What’s up with that Joey Joe? I recently found a box in my parent’s attic that contained my NKOTB collection. It included a lunchbox, watch, t-shirt and doll. I gave the doll to my daughter. Princess Barbie wasted no time moving in on that hot piece of meat.
No, I don’t own a Ryan Gosling doll, too. They don’t make them.
I am getting old. As if the cabinet full of anti-aging cream wasn’t proof enough, another boy band I grew up with is reuniting. 98 Degrees announced it will take the stage once again. They are no longer the young hot studs wearing white and singing on the beach. Now, they are fathers and husbands in their late 30′s. I chuckle at the idea of my husband and his friends doing a choreographed dance. The Insider did an entire piece about why the band decided to get back together. I can tell you it’s not because Nick Lachey writes inspiring lyrics. It’s because middle-aged women, on the verge of a hot flash, will buy tickets. I was actually a big fan of New Kids on the Block. I camped out at a local record store for concert tickets. What parent wouldn’t let their 15-year-old daughter sleep outside a place called “Vinyl Jungle?” Luckily, I wasn’t kidnapped and got to see Joey Joe’s baby blues up close. I’m not sure I would buy a ticket to see his age spots. Thankfully, my kids have no desire to go to a concert yet. They really aren’t old enough to idolize a band. Well, my younger kids enjoy The Fresh Beat Band, but I won’t be going to extreme measures to see actors sing about bananas.