Found this irresistable meme over at Sussy's Web and had to indulge. I'd love to know yours...let me know if you post them on your blogs.

My Top 5 6 [Technically] 5 Most Shameful Crushes

1. The Bee Gees. Yes, I had this exact poster on my wall. Man, babysitters and their taste in pop culture are waaay too influencial on little grade school girls. I had a crush on Barry.

This photo of him and Barbara Streisand? Do you know how many times I'd imagined I was her in it? He will remain the only bearded man that ever made me swoon. Well...okay, Barry Gibb and Jesus...which...leads me to crush #2.

2. Yes, I had a crush on Jesus. The mini-series JESUS OF NAZARETH [Franco Zeffirelli] made me want to marry Jesus. And I remember praying so fervently in Catholic grade school, because I'd wanted so badly for Jesus to appear to me. But make no mistake about it, it wasn't because I wanted him to save me, it was because I wanted him to propose to me! I mean, Christ, look at him! No really, Christ: look at him.

3. there is no three.

4. Steve Perry.

My babysitter [recurring blame, here] introduced me to Journey, and I fell in love. Steve was the first "rock star" I'd ever had a crush on. I didn't even see his huge nose...honestly, it wouldn't have mattered because it was his voice that made me swoon. Oh yeah...he was the first celebrity I'd ever written fan mail to.

5. Marty Jannetty of the Midnight Rockers.

Okay, you have to understand. This is a little-known fact about me. I was a wrestling cheerleader in high school. Whenever a professional wrestling show ever came to town, a lot of us - cheerleaders and wrestlers - would all go for fun. My best friend at the time had a HUUUUUUGE crush on Shawn Michaels - who is still wrestling for the WWE, I believe.

Anyway, back then, he was one of the Midnight Rockers, along with Marty. So in hopes of getting an autograph, my friend DRAGGED me down to the basement/bathroom area of the high school, where the wrestlers would tend to be seen once they were done wrestling [this was near the gym locker rooms]. Of course, many, many teenage girls would gravitate towards this area. Forget about the actual wrestling matches, they [soon to be "we"] all wanted to see the wrestlers!

That first match, I wasn't really "into" it the way my friend was. My little brother was waaay into it, so it was sort of a "moral support for my friend/babysitting my little brother" type of event in my mind. We get downstairs, and I head to the bathroom while she stands in the lobby area among the swooning, waiting masses. -I thought it was cheezy as hell.

I come out of the bathroom, and see both Marty and Shawn standing there. "Oh good, she'll get her autograph and we can get the hell out of here," I'm thinking to myself. Minding my own business, suddenly, an arm is around me. A huge arm. I look up to meet the huge blue eyes of Marty. Why did he seek me out? Probably cuz I didn't give two shits about them. What ended up happening? I melt. I start grinning like the teenager I am, and he starts pretending I'm his "girlfriend." Relentless flirt. Really very good, now that I look back on it. What ultimately happens? I become "The Midnight Rockers' Bitch!" No, make that "Marty of the Midnight Rockers' bitch!"

For one whole year, my friend and my little brother and I would go to EVERY local wrestling event that involved the Midnight Rockers. And Marty would totally remember me, and actually seek me out and hang out with us when they were done with a match. One time, he even grabbed my hand and had me go with him out to the wring. - You cannot imagine how that felt. Of course, I was totally delusional. I gave him my phone number...thought he loved me. Heh. And now the smarter and the wiser me knows he had one of "me" in every town. Heh!

He did kiss me once, but he never did anything that could have gotten him arrested. I mean, I was 16, he was 23. Hardly a "Lolita" situation, but still...um...damn! I actually regret losing the photo that I had of him with his arm around me.

And of course, 15+ years later, my babysitters - three sisters who babysat for us during those years - tease me RELENTLESSLY about my "boyfriend" Marty Jannetty. HAHAHAHAHA! As a matter of fact, one time "the babysitters" were visiting my parents' house not too long ago, and everyone was drunk. My mom calls up, "Hey Jeannine, wish you were here! Your babysitters are here and we're having a great time." What do I hear in the background? One of them yelling, "Hey Jeannine, how's your boyfriend Marty Jannetty?" *Eruptions of laughter in the background* SOOO embarrassing. I know, you all are in awe of me now. If you weren't before, you most certainly are now.

6. John Stamos.

And guess what? I STILL think he's freakin' ADORABLE. But I'll never admit it openly...but you have to admit, his mullet was hoooooot. And he was the best thing about the show "Full House." Mmmm-hmmm.