You know how they say news comes in threes? Apparently, so do my celebrity crushes.
It all started one summer long, long ago when three of the world’s most eligible bachelors got married: Britain’s Prince Andrew (the Prince Harry of his day), Mark Harmon, and the daily comic strip’s Peter Parker. (Oh, c’mon, you know who he is!)
Mark Harmon then & now: Still going strong.
My types seem to know no bounds. One year it was Lorenzo Lamas in Renegade, Joe Lando from Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, and… some other good-looking guy I can’t remember. Unlike the first two, though, he didn’t have long hair. Maybe it was Mark Harmon.
The next year it was David Hyde Pierce (whom I still adore), the little-known David Marciano from the early years of Due South, and… crap! I can’t remember #3. Again. But he too was of the not-particularity-handsome, follicely-challenged type. See? I look for inner beauty as well.
These days, I seem to have reverted to the rugged, handsome type.
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