I adored Spencer Tracy. Loved Fred Astaire, loved Roy Rogers, Cary Grant was dreamy, but Errol Flynn was the MOST. Wanted to be Greta Garbo desperately, but would have settled for being Katherine Hepburn. Of course they were all before my time, but I didn't have TV, never went to first run movies, and Boston had a great revival theatre for a couple of years that was cheap and showed all the oldies.   

I remember as an eight year old looking at a picture of Cat Stevens with his dark curly hair and feeling all breathless. Paul Newman and Robert Redford were all right, but Ryan O'Neal was cuter and sweeter. John Corbett from Northern Exposure still makes my heart go zing. And Russell Crowe. Mel Gibson could make me sweat until recently, when I realized he's batshit fucking nuts. What a turn-off. Slightly crazy is okay - I have a little bit of a thing for Mandy Patinkin (The Princess Bride) and Tony Shalhoub.