Barry Gibb. Yes, folks, I was a little girl in the 70's, but in my own defense, my mother was a Bee Gees fan long before disco. I have had a huge crush on this man since I was 3 years old (maybe that's why a man who can sing goes a long way with me! And yes, Steve can sing, but his voice is more Josh Turner than Gibb brother.) That hair! Those teeth! That lovely voice! I know he is only two months younger than my own father, but I still find him to be one of the sexiest men alive. (I would make him sing before putting out, however...) Further, the lyrics he writes must come from a very beautiful heart. Whenever I sit down to write, I listen to the Bee Gees first. 
Harrison Ford. Yes, please! As the 70's turned into the 80's and I hit puberty, Mr. Ford fueled my imagination in the worst way. I remember lying in my bunk at church camp, clutching a trading card close-up of this man, wondering if I would ever be admitted to heaven while lusting for him like I did. It was really George Lucas' fault, you know- Han Solo started it! (Oh, to be Princess Leia abord the Millenium Falcoln! Surely the vessel had a broom closet???) Then I had the good (mis)fortune to watch Hanover Street, a WWII drama in which Harrison romances a married woman. Hubba hubba! I have always been a history lover- Dr Jones!!!- and I even did some archeogology work in high school while toying with the idea of being a history/archeology major. Go figure. I still can't watch an Indiana Jones film without craving a cigarette afterwards. And I'm not even a smoker!
Adam Ant! Though recently admitted to the nut house, I still think any man comfortable enough to dress up like a pirate/highwayman/Regency dandy and dance around a stage (not to mention his clever song lyrics- 'Beat My Guest,' indeed!) is a man I'd like to date. He has the most beautiful face (should've been a girl, really,) and those lovely blue eyes. Again, I believe my love of history added to the fascination. He provided me hours of fantasy, not to mention hours of writing material (to this very day, I still have a deformed middle finger from writing and banging my fingers against my rickety old typewriter.)
John Taylor. At the age of 13, I discovered Duran Duran (hey, it was the 80's!) and their tall, lanky bassist. Simon was more interesting and probably sexier, but at the time, I liked my men (boys) shy and reserved, which is how the teen idol mags at the time portrayed him. I think every young girl has a teen idol like this: an older man to dream about, to project all her future hopes and dreams upon, and to practice mental dating with before she is old enough to step outside the house in search of a boy to swap hickeys with. The fantasy is a way to try on different adult personas (complete with professional hair, make-up, wardrobe, and up-lighting!) in the safety of her own mind. I still think he is an atractive man, but would never dream of getting nekkid with him: God only knows what I'd catch!
Sam Elliott. Rough, manly, with that deep, gravely southern voice. The older I get, the less I like 'pretty' in my men, and Sam is certainly not pretty. He feeds both my cowboy fantasies, as well as my civil war fantasies (see Gettysburg- John Buford- oh yeah!) I have always thought Steve looks like a young version of this man- dee-lish-us! He is getting a little crusty in his old age, but I still find him wildly attractive. And I watch any movie that has him in it.
4 comments:
Slightly irritated with you right now!!
Never once did I give the impression to ANYBODY that Sam Elliott was for the taking!! Imaginary or not ;)
MINE!!!
And Tommy Lee Jones is borderline ;)
There is man enough there to go around, if you don't mind sharing???
Yeah I remember my Mother briefly bringing up the concept of sharing when I was a child but it never really stuck!
Especially when we are talking Sam Elliot!
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