David Bowie and my husband's love of the denim tuxedo

I was recently reminded of my unbridled love for Dave Grohl. I mean, it's impossible to forget his incredible dreaminess, but now that he has kids (apparently the fact that I have a family is irrelevant) I pretty much gave up all hope that he would see me at a concert and decide that he needed me right there and then.

That got me thinking of my list of crushes throughout the years. This isn't a list of who I thought was hot in my ninth grade Algebra class or the dude I use to stare at in the Wisconsin Union...and tricked into marrying me. No, this is a far more important tally of potential lovahs: childhood celebrity crushes.

I think every girl (and guy) should get a little nostalgic once in a while and harken back to their days of starry-eyed Tiger Beat dreams if only to open themselves up to a public flogging by friends and foes alike. Here goes...

Oh, and Mr. Swirley, you remind me of the babe. P.S. sorry about sharing your senior year denim tuxedo with the Interwebs. Not really. I love you?

 

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