Tell me something about yourself that we probably don’t know.

The first famous man I fell in love with was Danny Kaye.  I was probably in fifth grade when I saw The Court Jester, and that was it.  Love.  Then came Dan Akyroyd and Chevy Chase when I was staying up too late to watch Saturday Night Live reruns.  Love.  Then Harry Anderson once he was on Night Court in the 80s.  Love.  It wasn't until I was much older that I sensed the pattern, and it wasn't until I was older than that when I realized the real connection between all the odd choices for a young teenager's obsessive love.  I didn't want to love them; I wanted to be them.  Tall and cool and smooth and talented and funny and confident and famous.  Does everyone fall in love with the kind of person they want to be, or was it just me?