I am posting this old picture as proof of what my obsession does to men. I had been obsessed with Ewan Macgregor since I saw Moulin Rouge (hence well-used copy of Velvet Goldmine). I loved him through thick and through thin and through Obi Wan. And then this. Frightening huh? And this is not the only case. I recently saw another past crush of mine looking like he fell down on Beaver Mountain. So I give it two months before Billie Joe gives up the eyeliner and starts going for the Medieval Russian man look. Two months. I am a femme fatale-that is fatale for the looks of my love interests.