Oh, how I went to bed each night, dreaming of the day I would meet (and marry!) David Cassidy; I had every song and album he, and The Partridge Family, ever recorded.
I used to love all the Bruce Lee movies and I could look at him all day long; I still get weak knees if I catch a glimpse of him while scrolling Netflix!
Paul McCartney, of course! Amazingly, after all these years he is still in the game. I like him personally, a lot, still. His music now, less enthralling than She Loves You and Eleanor Rigby. Somehow it seemed fitting that I grew up to marry a Paul. My best friend back in 1963 also married a Paul.
But the first time I felt my gut clench in that way was the first time I saw Clark Gable at the foot of the staircase at Twelve Oaks in Gone With The Wind. I’ll never, ever forget that gasp.
Mark Lester from the movie Oliver I believe was my first. Then Bobby Sherman and Peter Noone, who I now listen to on XM radio as he does a show on the 60’s station!
My first youthful crush was Paul Newman in the movie “Exodus.” That lasted until I learned that, in real life, he was exactly one month younger than my dad! I then switched my affections to Robert Redford, in “The Way We Were,” who was still way too old for me but cemented my preference for blonde men and the “preppie” look. I moved on to Parker Stevenson and then onto real boyfriends, only one of whom had dark hair (but he did have blue eyes).
My crushes were almost always dark-haired, brown-eyed. The two blonde exceptions in my life have been Robert Redford and Brad Pitt. Married to a dark-haired, brown-eyed guy (well, used to be dark haired ).