Beware: name-dropping to follow!
One of my back-in-the-day Georgia best friends was in town last weekend (we’ll call her Ral) and we got into a very serious discussion about our celebrity crushes. Ral nominated Ryan Gosling–who everybody seems to have a massive thing for–but I was at a loss.
Girl crush? Easy: Mandy Moore! (And, obviously, Kate Middleton–or, at least Kate Middleton’s hair.)
But guy crush? Hmph. I drew a blank. That’s one of the problems with living in Hollywood: it’s inevitable at some point that you’ll actually run into your celebrity crush, and in my experience, it completely ruins the mystery!
First it was Josh Hartnett, who I used to think was the dreamiest thing ever. Then I actually met him and the magic was gone. He’s cute (and super nice), don’t get me wrong. But leave-my-husband, throw-away-my-life, run-off-to-join-the-circus gorgeous? Eh. He does mix a mean drink, though.
When I worked at the gym during my early “poor writer” LA days, I served Ryan Reynolds, another old favorite. Yes, yes, he’s very cute. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers. Buuutt…I don’t knoooow…maybe it was his frown, or his baseball cap pulled super-low? He just didn’t do it for me.
Tom Welling? Aka, The Most Intense-Looking Man I Have Ever Seen in the Flesh? Met him. Twice. The earth did not move. Next.
We’ve already discussed Brad Pitt at length in previous posts. I’d totally make him my number 1–but only if we’re talking Brad before he began fashioning his own Pitt Army. Like, Brad circa 1995 (see Exhibit A, above). Obviously, he now gets humanitarian points, which ups the sexy quotient…but managing a family of 73 children while keeping up a thriving career also leads to bags and grey hair. Increasingly, no me gusta.
That leaves me with the ol’ Ed Ved, who remains my always and forever love (in theory)…but only for his voice. I think if I were actually alone in a room with him, I’d probably have to offer him some gum and cologne. He looks a little musty, no?
Yes, I am aware that my nitpicking the relative hotness of these celebrity gods is rich. Moving along…
So, I got nobody. (I tried to plead “having a crush on my boyfriend” as an excuse, but the motion was denied.) Who am I forgetting? Has LA really made my eyes that jaded?
Inquiring Jolies want to know: who do you love?