Spill:

We’re friends, right? So let’s play a game: admit something embarrassing about yourself, something you wouldn’t let someone know on the fourteenth date, much less the first. Something you might not even let your close friends know, at least initially.

Rules: It can’t be something faux-cutesy-embarrassing, something you’d pretend you wouldn’t want someone to know, but you let it slip so you can determine whether or not they find it as heartwarming as you secretly do. It has to be a real guilty pleasure, but by the same token, I don’t want to know that you once killed a man in Reno just to watch him die.

To show you what I mean, I’ll go first:

I liked that J.Lo and Ja Rule song. Not only did I seek it out on my car’s radio, I downloaded it at work.

Your turn.