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If I told you you were beautiful, would you date me on the regular?

About once a week, I drag my sorry ass over to the PAC and attend this weight lifting class they offer. Not one for any athletic-type classes besides yoga, I find myself liking this one because a) It proves to me I am still stronger than a 65-year-old woman and b) once in a while a good song will come on the pre-arranged soundtrack they play.

Most of the time the music sounds like something a DJ would play in an Icelandic disco, but the other day, as we were getting to the section of the class where we have to do push-ups and I find myself feeling somewhat humiliated because I can barely squeeze out one before I have to drop to my knees like the girl that I am, Justin Timberlake's, "My Love" started playing.

I gasped with glee and, realizing that everyone heard me because they all turned to stare, I mustered all the power of my being to stop myself from screaming out, "Oh shit! This is my JAAAAAAAM!"

Ladies, I cranked out so many man-style push-ups the U.S. Army would be asking for my number if they saw me. All while mouthing as subtly as I could:

"I can see us holdin' hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I could see us in the country side
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by side
You can be my baby/ Let me look at my lady/Girl you amaze me/
Ain't gotta do nothin' crazy
See all I want you to do is be my love"

There was a time in my life when I would have been embarrassed to admit I like Justin Timberlake. Hell, there was a time in my life when I would have been embarrassed being SEEN with anyone who liked Justin Timberlake. But as the memory of four years of music school fades, I have become far less snobbish about what I enjoy. I can admit I like Justin. I feel no shame for spending half my ride to Manchester surfing the pop stations, hoping one of his songs gets played. And I can proudly admit that I spent good money on tickets to his concert in Manchester earlier this year and have firmly placed it on the list of one of the best shows I've seen of all time.

Oh, you didn't catch Justin's Future Sex/Love Show the last time around? ">Well here's your chance. He is playing at the TD Banknorth Garden this Friday and I believe tickets are still available.

I will spare you from gushing about my experience at the show, but let me just give these three little details:

1) if you thought Justin was hot on TV, wait 'til you see him in person

2) The show's intermission act was Timbaland

3) At the part where Justin feigns banging one of his dancers from behind as she bends to touch the floor, my friend Ally squealed like a 12-year-old girl and grabbed my arm so hard it hurt for days.

Alas, I think I've spent enough money on my teen habit so I will not be attending the show again, but you bet your ass when HBO broadcasts it in September, I'm DVRing that shit.