Why that bitch always gatta steal my man?

Ok mine only in my imagination, but it's the principle of the thing.  I think what we find attractive is largely informed by what was in front of our eyes when hormones first started running during puberty.  So I've images of Christopher Reeve (I've been in love with him since before I understood that people might find that a little odd.  I'm talking elementary school days here) mixed with long wavy brown hair and rich chocolate brown eyes with a little red head thrown in.  This guy does not exist.  And if he does, his wife has him tied up in her bed like a smart woman and no one can get to him.  -- so I'm SOL there too.  I have got to get back to reality.