I think we can all trace our loves back to our very first love - the one standard by whom all others are measured. And usually, that person was, well, fictional. Or at least a celebrity. I think even if it was a really real person, it was usually largely fictionalized in our heads - all the fun details added onto a very attractive template.
So, here was mine - Superman.
I know, I don't mess around. Ha! There is actually film footage of me singing the Superman theme song while swinging on my swingset. I must've been around four. Every man after him (which was all of them, obviously, I was four) has been compared to how close they are to Superman. Was it the flying? The invulnerability/vulnerability clash? The curl? I don't know. But whenever his movie comes on t.v. (and it has to be Christopher Reeve, by the way), I still feel those little butterflies.
Fun fact: when I first met the love of my life, I told my sister he looked just like Superman. So there you go.
Dish, everyone! Who was your first love?
P.P.S. Feel free to follow me! I promise only ever to lead you to bright, sunny places!