The other day an interviewer asked me to name my celebrity crush, and I answered as I do so often – Jake Silbermann. Who? You ask? Don’t worry. Doubt you know him. He was an actor on As the World Turns, and is currently on the New York stage. After I gave the answer, though, I stopped to think. Is he really my celebrity crush? More importantly do I have actually have a celebrity crush.
The answer is no. Not really.
Okay, maybe a little. I mean, I wouldn’t tweet about the guy as often as I do if I didn’t have a wee bit of a crush. But when I’m truly honest with myself, my fascination isn’t with Mr. Silbermann, his delicious blue eyes or his really well-defined torso. Truth is, other than those obvious traits, I don’t know two cents about Jake. No, my real fascination is with the character he played.
For a little background, Jake Silbermann played one half of a gay love story. His character, Noah Mayer, was closeted, raised by a harsh, homophobic, military father, lied to about the death of his mother (who was in fact not dead but had been driven away only to be killed by his father later). He was also annoyingly loyal and well-intentioned. In short, his back story was a romance writer’s dream. That’s what I loved. I loved the pain, the angst, the brokenness, even the blind obedience to authority. The blue eyes and abs were simply icing on the cake.
Don’t get me wrong – I love eye candy. I’ll be in line to watch Magic Mike along with the rest of the female population. After all, I’m only human. Dangle a half-dressed Matt Bomer in front of me, and I’m all yours.
But eye candy is not nearly is important to me as the personality. House is awesome not because Hugh Laurie is ruggedly handsome but because House is so damn snarky and broken, you can’t help but be fascinated. Orlando Bloom as an person does nothing for me But Will Turner in Pirates of the Caribbean…? Totally hot. I think that’s why I never swooned for Johnny Depp. He’s a handsome man, to be sure, but the characters he plays are, for the most part, so widely drawn that it’s impossible for me to take them to heart.
I doubt any of you reading this blog will disagree with me. Let’s face it, when we rate a romance novel, what’s one of the first things we consider? The hero right? I still have crushes on the heroes Mary Jo Putney created in the early 1990s. I am in love with Martha Grimes’ Melrose Plant, the sidekick from her Richard Jury novels. I’ll always route for Suzanne Brockmann’s Jules Cassidy, regardless of his sexuality, and I’m developing a serious fixation for Maisey Yates’ upcoming Iceman hero who she promises will be so dysfunctional it isn’t funny.
Oh and Jake? No worries. You’re still my sorta crush. Feel free to follow me on Twitter. @BarbaraTWallace – in case you didn’t get my other messages.
Known around here as the Goddess of Sweetness and Light, Barb Wallace’s latest book, Weekend Agreement, features one of her favorite characters – billionaire Daniel Moretti. Daniel has given up on ever being loved for himself. Then along comes Professor Charlotte Doherty? Will she be the woman who breaks down his walls and gives his heart the love he so desperately longs for?
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