I must have watched Chris Brown’s “Yo (Excuse Me Miss) a little over a million times. I can literally give a play by play of the entire video at any given time. I’ve had the lyrics memorized for years; even the ad libing parts. Chris Brown was my one true love. And having never been in love before, I kinda liked the feeling. It was only a matter of time before I began planning our future together. I even began imagining how we would meet. Of course, my only basis for this imaginary encounter was his music video. In which a thin but shapely girl, with fair-like skin, long hair, tons of makeup, and revealing clothing that gave her sex appeal, catches his attention. He then proceeds to follow her around; dancing and flirting and trying to impress her. The video approaches an end as they get in a car and begin staring intently at one another and touching all over each other. They exchange numbers, my heart breaks, Chris Brown raps the ending of the song and gives a preview of his next single. Basically, I thought, all I had to do, as an 11 year old girl, was find a way to look like this woman. Chris Brown would notice me (walking by or at one of his concerts perhaps), we’d exchange numbers and live happily ever after.