An odd choice (and doomed relationship), but in college I once wrote that I “loved” Douglas Adams–meaning, of course, that I thought his books were hilarious, didn’t everyone. Not my younger sister. She thought I was talking about some guy I’d actually met. Silly kid! A few years later I did get a chance to meet Adams, on a book tour, and to my surprise I did think he was attractive. So, fair enough, that’s my official celebrity crush. I’ve never felt attracted to the “image” of anyone I didn’t know in real life, no matter how much I’ve liked the person’s work.