How Did I Not Know This Before?

I've always had a "problem" with little crushes on famous people. Not unnatural, stalker-like crushes, but from a distance, read about them when I see a People magazine at my husband's dental office, crushes. And, because I was given an unnatural sense of self confidence, in the back of my mind, I have always thought, "If I were to actually meet one of these famous people, they would probably fall madly in love with me, decide then and there that they would join the Mormon church (which was imperative to me that I marry a Mormon) and we would live happily ever after."

I think it all started with Ricky Schroeder and Silver Spoons. How could I not fall for someone as CUTE as him? And, when serving a mission on Temple Square and he showed up to see Legacy with his Mormon fiance, I had that feeling of, "Oh my gosh, so close yet so far away. He actually is engaged to a Mormon! If I wasn't a missionary and he wasn't already in love with her, I SO would have had a chance with him." But it was not to be.

Anyway, my crushes have varied from movie stars, to athletes, to rock stars (Sting, you still have a small portion of my heart) to children of heads of state. So, this weekend, Pete Sampras' book "A Champion's Mind" finally came in with my name on it at the library. (Great read.) Pete Sampras was my high school through college crush. He pushed Karch Kiraly off my radar. He was gorgeous, was an amazing tennis player (amazing is an understatement--one of the BEST of all time tennis players), seemed like a great guy and was close to my age.

So, imagine my shock when I read that he is from the same town as my freshman year roommate. The same roommate who has remained my bosom friend ever since. I e-mail her and say, "By the way, did you know Pete Sampras?" Her response was casual. It was, "Oh yea, his sister is my age, and our families have been friends for years." WHAT?!! How did I not know this? How did she not know about my crush on him? Why didn't two and two get put together?

So, I call her. She casually says, "If I had known, I probably could have had you meet him before he married Bridgette Wilson." Bridgette Wilson, you mean my face twin? (See previous post) This is too much. Pete Sampras, the boy I would run home from church to watch him play Wimbledon! The boy I had dreams about sitting the in stands watching as they casually put the camera on my face as his loyal, supportive girlfriend?! This is unfair.

My roommate then points out that he is Greek which means he is very hairy and she knows about my aversion to hairy men. She then reminds me that he is tall and I hated dating tall men. (Being short, I always felt weird dating boys where when facing them, I was staring at their belly buttons.) She also points out that he is not Mormon. She then says, "You know that Dentist husband is your sole mate and you two were meant to be together, right?" Yea, yea, blah blah. She knows Pete Sampras! I could have met him. We could have fallen in love. We could have had GORGEOUS children with naturally curly hair saving me hours every Sunday getting them ready for church.

But alas, it is not to be. I will just have to be satisfied knowing someone who knows him. Besides, Dentist husband is my sole mate. I adore him and he adores me. And, I am sure I would have gotten tired of cleaning up all of that hair from the shower drains anyway.