There I was a Friday night and it was also my birthday. Can you believe everyone had forgotten that 20 years ago today I had been born. How sad. How much more sorry could i feel for myself. Life goes on. You know I was still sulking when the phone rang. I didn't want to rush and pick it up. I didn't want the person on the other end to think I was desperate to talk to someone. I picked it up and said " Hello." On the other end I heard this awesome smooth voice ask for me. I was lke "speaking." "who's this?" He said "This is Donnie Wahlberg." I was like "Yeah right. I don't think so." He was like "For reals , it's me." "I'm calling to wish you a Happy Birthday." So i'm over here thinking this isn't Donnie but the guy remembered my birhtday. So i'll just go along wiht it. I ask him " how did you get my number and know when my birhtday was." "I got all the info from Joe and he got it from a letter you wrote him. He was too busy to call so he asked me to call." He replied. I was like "Oh, o.k.." " Anyways i was wondering do you want to go out tonight?" he asked. I said "sure" I felt like this guy, i had to totally meet. He just seemed so-------o nice. Maybe he would turn out to be a real babe. I knew it couln't be Donnie. I mean the East coast and i live in San Diego. "O.k. then, I'll meet you at Belmont Park at 8:30. that give you plenty of time to get ready. So you can regnize me from far away i'll be carrying a red rose. i'm also wearing a baseball hat. So how does that sound?" He asked. "Perfect. I'll be there." With that i hung the phone up and dashed for the shower. I had to look perfect for who ever went through dthe trouble of pretending it was Donnie. It had to be someone that knew. It was no secret that I was in love with NKOTB. Esp. Joe McIntyre. Oh well I thought as i finished getting ready. i put on a pair of white jeans and a silk tank top with lace on it. i put on my sandals and ran out of the house . I had just enough time to get there and find a parking space. i was right i got there at 8:25 with just one more look in the mirror iI ran my fingers through my hair and gave it one more toss before I got out of the car. Walking toward the park i saw a guy holding onto a long stemmed red rose. He was also weraing a baseball hat and was looking towards the groung so i couldn't see his face. when i got close enough to say hi , he looked up and I found myself staring into some baby blue eyes. IT WAS JOE.