No one — not even the Biebz — has ever made me feel what you did the other night. And you know I have a thing for baby-faced blondes.
I have to admit that I worried when you turned up late. I was really afraid you were going to pull a Rihanna on me. But before I could say “hurry up ‘cause you’re taking too long,” you finally showed up, and music never felt so good.
Thirty songs in an hour and a half, you definitely didn’t waste time. I didn’t care much for the Elvis cover, but after “What goes around comes around,” “Cry Me a River,” “Summer Love”, “Senorita” and your adorable attempt at Hebrew slang, I was TKO’d — and in a good way.
You brought sexy back to Tel Aviv and you didn’t even need a “Suit and Tie.” That white button down was just right.
But Justin, there is something more you need to know. It’s about that girl who asked for a selfie mid-concertso that her boyfriend would propose to her. They played you. Yes I know, you don’t understand. How could they be so low? Turns out they’ve been married for like 2 months, and well, they just really wanted that selfie. Some people have no manners.
When you got off stage, I lingered. I knew you wouldn’t cut us off so quickly. And I’m glad you picked “Mirrors” before saying goodbye. By the way, you really got to be careful next time, my uncle who lives 6 miles away said you woke him up with that last one, he was a little pissed.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you rocked more than just my body last night and that, aside from the sweaty guy next to me who couldn’t stop moving (I had to take a much needed shower), I had a blast.
Come back and show us a few things anytime you want.
Justin Timberlake in Tel Aviv, A Love Letter