The first man I ever loved did not love me back. He was a blue-eyed, finger-snapping parking attendant with wavy hair he was forever combing. Every Friday night, when my family gathered in front of the television to watch 77 Sunset Strip, I fantasized about our future nuptials.
I was nine.
Things might have worked out for actor Ed Kookie Byrnes (who died at 87 in 2020) and me if only he’d bothered to answer at least one of my love letters. But then I saw the movie Gigi.
Oh, that handsome Louis Jourdan! He was rich! Spoke French! And his tuxedo was much fancier than Kookie’s windbreaker. But, alas, Monsieur Jourdan also turned out to be a negligent pen pal.
Did I learn anything from these early amours?
Oui. I practiced romance in my head and pretend kisses in the mirror. Kookie and Louis and their imaginary compliments made me feel like maybe my looks weren’t hopeless. I ended up taking high school French and I always carry a comb. Crushes have their uses. No matter how young or old you may be.
Is there anyone who watched Bridgerton’s first season who didn’t end up crushing on British actor Rege-Jean Page as that hubba-hubba Duke of Hastings? Raise your hand if you’ve ever thought, If only Timothee Chalamet were 30 years older … Chalamet plays Bob Dylan in the film A Complete Unknown, released Christmas Day of last year.
For me, it’s also all about Ryan Gosling and Ryan Reynolds. Maybe I just have a thing for men named Ryan but my heart swoons over that Gosling charisma and that mischievous Reynolds humor. I’m sure that neither my husband Randy — or Blake Lively — feel threatened when I sigh over Blake’s own spouse Ryan Reynolds. Nobody minds if I dreamt of dancing with Gosling in the 2016 film La La Land..
I once asked Randy if he had any secret celebrity crushes.
“Secret — as in secret?” he said.
“You can tell me. I’m your wife.”