You change all your passwords to something BSB-related cos you kept forgetting the old ones - even though it was your name.
You smile whenever you see anything with their initials on. Like the state code for North Carolina, and I keep passing a van with AJ's Mobile Phones on the side - kinda apt dontcha think?!
You have to check out the B's in your local music stores at least once a week just in case the Boys sneaked out an album or video without telling you.
When the Boys release anything, you check that it's displayed prominently and complain if it's not, saying you're a regional record company rep.
If N*Sync get a higher chart ranking than the Boys, you grab BSB CDs to cover up the N*Sync ones to make it look like the BSB are the highest.
Your friends know the surefire way to get you to snap out of a daydream is to suddenly namedrop the BSB.
People you've only known ten minutes already know who your favourite Boy is and why.
Your friends start rolling their eyes whenever you mention the BSB.
You know you're getting boring but you just can't stop those words escaping your mouth...
You see a HUGE promotional poster of the BSB in your local music store's window and you seriously contemplate doing a smash and grab.
You could be having the crappiest day since records started. Your favourite jeans are too tight, your head hurts, you just got yelled at and you walked into a post in front of a group of hot guys. But then you walk into a shop and hear the end of a BSB song and suddenly everything's great again.
You follow your male friends around a clothes store mentally picking out complete outfits for each Boy - right down to the colour underwear (or in AJ's case - none).
Your friends use up at least half their text messages a month just alerting you to when BSB are on the radio or TV.
Your very straight male friend tells you "B-Rok looked damn good in the What's Goin' On? video" cos he knows it'll make your day.
You think you see Nick in your local store and, even though you know he's currently thousands of miles away, you allow yourself to dream until he turns around. You're actually disappointed.
You follow a guy who looks just like Howie around Universal studios in LA. Your friend goes one step further by having her picture taken with him.
Those WWJD? (What Would Jesus Do?) bracelets? You've tried to find a WWBSBD? one.
When you go into a bar you order what you think each Boy would have. And thank God AJ's is a water cos after a Cosmopolitan, a martini and two beers you need it.
If you work in a store and you get handed anything with a BSB last name on it, you study the person closely for a family resemblance.
You change your friend's name from Mark to Frack on your phone display so whenever he calls you can imagine it's Nick for a while.
You memorised the lyric to Drowning a whole month before it was even released.
You sing I Wanna Be Happy in the shower even though you only know one verse, so you make up the rest.
You call your dog AJ just so you have a legitimate reason to yell "Come here AJ! Be a good boy for your mistress AJ!"
You go to Maccy D's in honour of AJ and even find yourself asking the bemused server for an AJ special.
You work with someone called Alexander James and you beg him to call himself AJ just so you can keep saying it.
You move into a new apartment complex cos the set-up reminds you of Howie's, the security guard is called Brian and the pool guy is called Nick. It's a sign!
Your grandma doesn't know who the last US president was but she knows each Boy's full name and can put them in order of age.
You decide to have a chilled out room (ie, you're 24 and decide it's time to stop with the posters) but after three hours you can't cope.
You scare your room mate by putting a HUGE poster of AJ in the closet.
You go and see America's Sweethearts just to hear Billy Crystal utter that line about the BSB. You spend the rest of the movie discussing which Boy he was referring to. BTW, I think AJ but my fellow obsessee thinks Howie.
You end up throwing the BSB quiz book out of the window cos it says Howie's favourite colour is yellow when you KNOW it's purple. Jeez.
You celebrate Thanksgiving even though you're not American.
At at least one stage in your life you have had the hots for each individual guy. You categorise your life in that way. I mean, I started this website during the Kevin era.