Inspired by Guinastasia’s thread about her crush on Glenn Miller:
I had a phone conversation yesterday with a friend who’s moved up north. We’ll be unable to see each other for a while, but we’re keeping in touch. We both have plans to see Swordfish this weekend, with the magically delicious Hugh Jackman, and we discussed other films we’re looking forward to, such as Fellowship, of course, and also A.I..
Still fresh from our sighing over Hugh Jackman, we began analyzing Haley Joel Osment, saying things like, “That kid is going to be a heartbreaker!” and “Just when does he turn 18?!” Now, having read the recent crush threads, along with Wildest Bill’s thread about his daughter and her 18-year-old “friend”, I’m wondering if I’m sick for even speculating about an eighth grader.
Friend says I’m not, on the grounds that he was keeping tabs on Christina Ricci and Kirsten Dunst from the early '90s, waiting for them to reach their maturity, and that now they have, he’s quite pleased with the results. But he’s such a wolf, I’m not sure his opinion counts.
So am I a perv?