Call Me Definitely

Hey, I just met you. . .

As my close friends know (and are probably rolling their eyes as they know what direction this is already going in), I have a couple intense infatuations: particularly The Hunger Games, the Olympics, penguins, and most importantly, “Call Me Maybe.”

Some may question the popularity of the hit single or even the validity of the musical situation, but not this 2M team member. After hearing the catchy chorus of Carly Rae Jepson’s song in early February, I was instantaneously hooked. It was only a matter of time (of forced listening sessions) that my friends fell in love with the song, and as many of them know, a handful also fell out of love shortly after.

Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for them, my infatuation turned to obsession with a full iTunes playlist full of nine “Call Me Maybe” remixes, which I will admit, were played a little too frequently. (To all of my friends, please view this as a personal public apology for the repetitive tormenting.)

Personally, other than the remixes, my “Call Me Maybe” favorites are the covers and parodies. They offer the original song, or at least part of it, but display it with a video that makes the tune relevant once again. Because, honestly, who doesn’t love Corgis or the Cookie Monster? But in honor of the Olympic ceremonies and Team USA, a video the entire nation should have already watched is the 2012 USA Olympic Swim Team’s cover. It includes all of our favorites – the entire swim team full of gorgeous athletically-perfect genes, just a handful of prime examples being: Rebecca Soni, Michael Phelps, Nick Thoman, Cullen Jones, Missy Franklin, Matt Grevers, and Ryan Lochte. Even before the Lochte Nation phenomenon (when his hair was beautifully shaggy), who could resist his kissy face with those gorgeous blue eyes?

What’s even better? There’s a new “Call Me Maybe” parody that feeds off the Olympic Lochte sensation: #CallMeLochte.

If you haven’t already seen it, you’re truly missing out. A middle-aged man, singing a parody of Carly Rae’s summer hit, focused on our favorite American-flag-diamond-grill-wearing Olympian swimmer.

Seriously, if someone has a connection to this god with bedazzled shoes, send him my profile.

Ryan Lochte, please, . . . call me definitely.