As you will recall, the rules were simple: Tell us the one song that would make you fall for someone you’d never met - if he or she put it on a mix CD. We’ll send you a copy of the Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist soundtrack and a Ruined Music pin, handmade with love here at RM HQ.

We drew two random entries from all the responses we received, and the winners are…

Laura Nash, who said: “Anything by the Mountain Goats, but to make me fall in love? ‘Last Man on Earth’ off Heretic Pride. Anyone who would think a love song about zombies belongs on a mix tape gets my vote.”

Eric Block, who said: “‘The Shining,’ by Badly Drawn Boy. It’s kind of depressing, I know, but ever since it was used in the TV show Saved I’ve wanted to fall in love listening to that song.”

Congratulations, Laura and Eric, and thanks to everyone who wrote in!

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist is in theaters now.

From the first time the local radio station played Taylor Swift’s “Our Song,” I was in love with Taylor’s voice, the beat, the lyrics and the disillusionment of teenage love. For the next few months I listened to that song every morning on the drive to school and on the drive home. I was a boy-crazy, daydreaming teenager, and I imagined what it would be like to share this song, and its meaning, with a special someone.

At this same time I was developing a hopeless crush on a good friend. In the interest of saving him from embarrassment, I’ll call him Jordan. We had been best buddies way back in our preschool days, but because he ended up a grade ahead of me and went to a different school, we grew apart.

This impossible infatuation began when I was in eleventh grade. Overachiever that I was, I enrolled in his Math 12 and Physics 12 classes. I took every opportunity that I could to start conversations about the laws of momentum and logarithms with him.

After he graduated, we only interacted through email and the internet; on rare occasions we saw each other on an afternoon since I worked with his mom. In February, I got up the nerve to ask him to be my date for prom. At first he said no, but being persistent, I asked him again, eventually convincing him to go with me.

By the time prom arrived and I was incredibly nervous. The afternoon began with him arriving too early and me running past the bay of windows, where he had parked, in a housecoat. Never before had I managed to zip myself into a dress so fast; thank goodness my hair and makeup were already done.

I casually walked out of the bedroom looking elegant, only to find Jordan looking very anxious indeed. After polite introductions to my family, an hour of photos, and starting out the door before he realized he had forgotten to give me my corsage, we headed to the arena where my school’s prom was being held. We quickly found a spot in the forming line and he proceeded to stuff his face with Timbits. That was when I decided my prom wasn’t going to be the perfect, romantic night I had hoped it would be. I didn’t have feelings for Jordan any more, but he was still my date for the night.

When the dance began that evening, I headed off to an available table and tried to avoid the inevitable, but Jordan found me. Dancing our first awkward song together simply confirmed the fact that we were just friends. He only felt comfortable dancing the slow songs with me, so a couple of times I slipped off to dance with other guys in my class.

Midnight came, that magical hour when the princess is supposed to run off and leave behind a glass slipper. As for me, we were only six songs into the night, and I wished I could leave my sore, stepped-on feet behind.

As the night dragged on, Jordan got up more and more courage to dance with me. When another slow song came to an end, I went to take my leave – and that’s when the opening notes of “Our Song” began to play. Jordan didn’t let go of me. To my surprise, he couldn’t follow the beat, even though he was a drummer. I found myself cringing as he tried to dance. My favourite song was being ruined by sweaty palms and a kind of awkward jig. Jordan’s feet must have been stuck to the ground because neither my feet nor my dress got stepped on; we both remained rooted in the same spot for the entire song. My date looked like he was on a pogo stick, and if that wasn’t bad enough he was simultaneously swaying back and forth, both to a completely different rhythm from each other and the song. I tried to focus on the music, but he stared down at me with those big eyes and a nervous smile.

I recognized that look.

On the night that I realized I had no feelings for Jordan, he decided he had feelings for me; it all happened during “Our Song,” in the midst of some, might I say, daring dance moves.

I no longer get all dreamy-eyed at Taylor Swift’s catchy lyrics. Instead I can’t help but laugh, the embarrassed, gut-wrenching chuckle I wanted to let out during that unforgettable dance.