Where did we go wrong? I remember the first time I saw you. Across a crowded movie theater. I was young, so very young. The year was 1976, and you stepped onto the screen as Bugsy Malone. The mysterious, rakish sort of guy who could steal any romantically inclined girl’s heart. Mine especially. That was the year I gave up looking at blond haired guys. From then on, all my heroes had dark hair and a come hither smile. Still do.
For the most part, I stayed faithful to you (well, if you can excuse my Sting years then I’ll do my best to overlook those Charles in Charge years) and whenever I saw you on TV, I would smile indulgently remembering the first man who broke my heart from afar. Now I am afraid it is broken all over again.
You see, I recently watched your reality show, Scott Baio is 45 and Still Single. I shouldn’t have. Because at first I smiled to see you still looking good, healthy, and without a police blotter beneath your picture. Then I listened. Oh, how I wished I hadn’t.
Now, I’m not about to judge you for how you’ve lived your life, I can’t judge someone else for their choices, no more than I would want to be judged for mine. But quite honestly, I didn’t want to know all that about you. Sort of wish I could blot those 30 shocking minutes out of my mind and go back to more innocent memories of the young kid who made my heart beat wildly.
So after a few days of shuddering every time I thought of you, I knew there was only one solution. Only one way to get that sad, cringing bad taste out of my soul. I went out rented Bugsy Malone. Took the teasing from my husband about relieving my Scott Baio fantasies, and watched it with my kids. They loved it. And you know what, so did I. Perhaps we should just remember those good years and leave it at that. I know I will.
Okay, all you blog readers, now that I’ve bared my soul on my youthful crush gone bad, which guy did you have a crush on and then turned around broke your heart all over again years later?
Oh yeah, I watched a whole 5 minutes and flipped it. I’d rather keep the memories of the nice guy, not what I saw on the show.
Sometimes old crushes shouldn’t be “updated”.
Yep. 5 minutes was 5 more than the show deserved. I’m old enough to be Scott’s mother. I felt like turning him across my knee. And not for anything kinky. Just to “wallop the tar out of him” as my grandpa used to say.
What is it with these Hollywood types that they have to splash their private lives all over the tv and the Internet. They are nearly always boring. Ozzy O and family were interesting for the simple fact it was like watching a train wreck.
I always thought Scott was a cute kid. And I even enjoyed “Charles in Charge”. LOL
I agree with both of you. Never look back and yes, he needed someone to come along, smack him upside the head and say, “Whadda ya thinkin’?”
Oh, this one’s easy for me: River Phoenix. I’m not sure when I fell for him, maybe while watching “Stand By Me”, but learning that he died of a drug overdose crushed me on so many levels.
I wish I had seen the show about Scott Baio. I admit, I had a crush on him too, from his Charles In Charges days. So, then again, I probably should be glad I didn’t catch the show.
I got addicted. I watched 6 or 7 out of the 8 shows (and that was only because I couldn’t remember what time and station it came on after the first one.) My husband and I HAD to watch. It was like watching a train wreck. We couldn’t believe what an absolute jerk he appeared to be!!
After the last episode, I have decided that the majority of it was staged. There is no way that is his real life!!
I have to admit I am a little embarrassed to even write the fact that I did watch them all, BUT I guess that’s why those VH1 executives do what they do.
Now – who’s next? I haven’t seen Ralph Macchio is long time… Hopefully he can remain in hiding so the Karate Kid can forever be immortalized in my junior high mind.
Oh, Michelle, I know exactly what you mean about getting hooked on some of these shows–and you really have to wonder how much of these shows are staged. And I’ll keep my fingers crossed that our images of Ralph stay safe.
Kelli, you are so funny–I can see you watching Charles in Charge! You are too sweet!