In the fall of 1970 when I was 9 years old, Friday nights were a big deal. The ABC TV lineup went like this: The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, That Girl and Love American Style. I don't think there has ever been a TV night I have loved more. Especially that first hour. Greg Brady AND Keith Partridge! I was in love. Big love.
I begged my mom to buy me 16 and Tiger Beat magazines and I cut out every picture and article about David Cassidy that there was and glued them onto binder paper and made a huge binder of nothing but David David David!
I had it bad.
Then I got older and discovered real boys and that was the end of my love affair with David Cassidy.
But around the time I turned 40, I started wondering about other people who were now older too and I googled David Cassidy's name and I found his website, but also there were all these pictures of him in his youthful foxy glory, and I found myself falling in love again. Except now it was creepy because I was 40 and cute cute David Cassidy was 19. Which made me kind of a perv. But that didn't stop me from putting his pictures on my computer desktop. Fortunately it was a phase and again, I got over him.
Now here we are several years later, and the other day I turned on my computer and this is what I find on my desktop:
I KNOW it was Max who put it there, but he will never admit to it.
And in the time it took to create this post I fell in love with that damn David Cassidy again--he is such a fox!