I still get celebrity crushes...and I'll nurse them until the clouds condense and I fall hard to the ground. It all seems very adolescent and foolish, but it's fun to visit fantasyland once in awhile. However, I've never been partial to the pretty boys of Hollywood, not Leonardo, neither Brad Pitt, and I never quite understood the appeal of George Clooney. Instead, I've always been drawn to the altruistic, flawed guys with the huge chip on their shoulders. The guy who falls ferociously in love with you, but still turns his back on you because he's got another life to save, another mission to complete. The kind of guy who jumps out of windows onto a waiting horse and gallops in hot pursuit of the bad guys, or the kind of guy who will single-handedly hunt down an entire gang of mobsters to avenge his ladylove. For this reason, Kiefer Sutherland for the longest time, held a sole monopoly on my affections. Pierce Brosnan too, also had a strong hold onto a tiny crevice of my heart for being the best James Bond ever. And now it's come to...Hayden Christensen. I loved him as Anakin Skywalker. There was always something dark and brooding about him and that was the kicker. I fell...

It was the same way with the Texan. He's this sweet, kind, country-homegrown Catholic mama's boy who saved me from that debacle years ago, when I lost my innocence, when I thought every shred of young was ripped out of me...and I lost that dreaminess that always made me, me....he came along, took me for a spin and made the rescue. he said, "come to the show." and I've been addicted ever since.