everything but the braces and perm

I thought these feelings went away once I passed the age of twelve. The
butterflies, the giddiness, the daydreaming…all over the crush of a movie star.
My days of buying TigerBeat have long passed, yet I still find myself foolishly
obsessing over the latest leading man.

A few months back, my crazed fixation was on Ryan Gosling after watching The
Notebook. This month's flavor happens to be Leonardo DiCaprio after seeing The
Departed. He appears in my dreams and I am embarrassed to tell you how far I've
researched him via handy-handy Googling. I'm a complete mess, I realize. Why
and how does this still happen to me at the ripe age of 28? Shouldn't this
nonsense end with the graduation from middle school? It's when I start
comparing myself to Giselle Bundchen that I start to seriously worry.

While I may no longer be a subscriber to TigerBeat, my alternate vice is now US
Weekly. I'm certain this is not an improvement.