So I realized that I am never going back to undergrad.  I get it, and I don’t mind.  But that sure makes me feel madd old. 

While driving a mini van full of junior high girls around tonight, the ‘Happy Days’ theme song came on the radio.  I thought about the celebrities I used to date in my dreams.  The following are some of those highlights.

Potsie.  In real life, known as the actor Anson Williams.  He was straight-up dreamy. Richie could just sit on it, Ralph was a little to red on top for even me, and the Fonz was too much to handle.  Potsie was like the Baby Bear to my Goldilocks.

Tony Petrarca.  Our local weatherman.  Omgz, I talked about him all of the time.  He came to my preschool once.  I made him a card with an umbrella on the front.  I hid in the cubby the entire time.  I remember the day my parents showed me his marriage announcement in the local paper.  I kept my cool but I was CRUSHED.

Here is a better view.

Mr. Petrarca.  Awful Big, Awful Good.  Props if you feel me.

LeVar Burton.  That voiceeeee.  Now in my reproductive stage of life, I want a bed time story more than ever.  And now that Reading Rainbow is over I think I’ve turned into a grumpy old lady that thinks that educational TV programming for kids is going down the tubes.  At least I get to follow him on Twitter.

Indiana Jones and/or Han Solo.  Trilogy babe.  I watched these movies constantly.  It was as if Harrison Ford was my hot uncle that I didn’t understand my feelings towards.  Well, Mr. Ford…I have a full grasp on that stuff now.  Call me.

Have any crushes that extended into adulthood?  Holler back.