I thought long and hard about this one (I really did.) And through all the young and gorgeous faces running through my mind, my heart kept coming back to…..

John Travolta. He’s, what, 60 now? Or close to it.. I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if he were 90. This man was my childhood dream, I wanted to marry him. And, really, what is the value of your life if you’d willingly pass up the opportunity to live out your oldest and deepest fantasy?
















