My other boyfriend

Urgent announcement: it has come to my attention that this blog has a hotties tag that thus far has been grossly under-utilised. This is very remiss of me and I would like to apologise for my oversight. Allow me to remedy the situation immediately.

Hello lover.

I thought you might like to know that Eric Bana is my number one celebrity crush. Not only is he handsome, charming and super talented (let's just not talk about The Time Traveller's Wife, ok?), but he's also a comedian. Gorgeous AND hilarious? It's almost too much.

(Erm, still love you more though Hubster! Mwah!)

In case you didn't know, Mr. Bana (I can't call him Eric, Eric makes me think of either the Prince in The Little Mermaid or my dad, neither of which is ideal) is also Australian. I have never been to Australia, but I'm thinking I need to go there. Like now. Because, apparently, it's not just the female population that consists of Aussie babes*. Behold:

Hugh Jackman. My other other boyfriend.

Ok, not now, obviously. But back then? You know it.

Ha. Not.

I think these are all pretty standard, socially-acceptable man-crushes (apart from Peter Andre. That would not be acceptable. Ever). Recently, however, it has become apparent that my friends are not all as discerning as I like to think I am when it comes to their celebrity pin-ups.

Here are some of the bizarre crushes that were exposed during a recent conversation:

I will never understand this one. Look at the HAIR, people!

Jon Snow? Really?

Andrew Marr. Sex god.

I will not name and shame the friends in question (*cough* Kristen *cough*) but suffice to say I was appalled.

Anyone else got any weird secret crushes? Or is it just my friends? Tell me I'm not the only one who wants to run away with Eric Bana and raise little funny bearded Aussie babies...

*I can't believe that's the second time I've linked to that. Sigh.