I can't remember how many of these strange crushes I'm up to. I seem to have a lot of them. Does that make me fickle or just generous?
One that has been growing on me a lot recently is none other than (the dearly departed off a NZ cliff then returned from the dead) Jeff Goldblum.
It has certainly taken me by surprise. This is the guy I first saw on the big screen in Jurassic Park as a 9-year-old and whilst plenty of my other odd crushes have been my father's age, I've grown up knowing that Jeff is my father's age. Older, actually. It's about as bizarre as me suddenly developing a crush on my Dad's best mate. Well, except for the fact that I know my Dad's best mate and I don't have a crush on him. Digressing.
Back in high school in the late 90s, one of my friends was constantly banging on about how hot she thought Jeff was, particularly in The Fly. We all ignored her and put it down to attention seeking. After all, this is the same girl who wanted to have Sam Newman's babies and brought a 41-year-old to our Year 12 Formal and promptly told everyone that evening that he suffered from erectile dysfunction.
Lately though, I'm starting to see her point. Well, in regards to Goldblum at least.
I've not yet been able to bring myself to watch The Fly, but dear Jeff is looking pretty darn good in Law & Order: Criminal Intent and was rather dashing in Igby Goes Down. The dark hair, the hooded eyes, the voice, the correct posture... oh dear, I've given myself shivers.
Throw in the fact that not only is he quite good at this acting caper, he's also an accomplished jazz pianist and I'm half-tempted to follow him off that NZ cliff.
Anyone coming with us?