Young Man, What Are You Listening To?

In high school, my parents forced me to go out with our neighbor’s nephew, despite the fact I had a boyfriend at the time. He brought me a rose and took me to his work Christmas party. His workplace? The YMCA. So there I was, with some guy I didn’t know and a bunch of workers who knew each other (none of them brought dates), having to hear people dance and sing to the Village People at least five times in the course of two hours. Finally, it was time to go home. In his car, he played and sang along to the Backstreet Boys, and refused to turn off his bright lights (that he didn’t need since we were on a busy, bright street) for oncoming traffic. Did I mention they played the YMCA like 8 times that evening?


