The men I have loved.

I've only been In Love a handful of times in my 32 years, but I've been In Love With A Celebrity many times over.

Only three were serious:

{"The King of Cool" Steve McQueen whose blue eyes could make me weep. The license plate on the Bitch Pod is an homage to him and will someday be on a Bullitt Mustang just like he drove in "Bullitt," my favorite movie of his}
{Gerard Butler, who I named the Weekender's office plant after. He is the sexiest man that walks God's green earth methinks. And I know he will be mine someday, oh yes, he will be mine someday}

and
{Bret Michaels of Poison. What can I say? I'm a sucker for blue-eyed blonde boys. The above photo was my favorite of the 127 I push-pinned to my wall growing up}

Other men I've loved:


{Robert Plant, then and now, who I would let slap me with a mudshark any day of the week}

{Chris Noth, who will always be Mr. Big to me}

{Mel Gibson, because 1. He was my first serious crush; 2. I had my first sexual dream about him, and 3. He has McQueen and Michaels-esque blue eyes}

{Cary Grant because all woman should love a man like him, and all men should try their damnedest to be and dress half as debonair as him}

{Franklin D. Roosevelt. 'Nuff said.}

{Jack Kerouac because reading "On The Road" inspired me so much I went back to school to be a writer, thus changing my life}

{Dracula, because seriously, what's not to love?}

{And of course, the men who have always been there long after the others, my beloved older brother Michael and my beloved Papa. Long may the future men in my life try to live up to the standards set by the two of you}