Mr. Pitt.

Not this Mr. Pitt.

This one.

I’ll refrain from typing too many adjectives about him or going too far with this. Just know that I fell in love with him when I was 15. It was during this scene in Legends of the Fall, a movie we had no right to be seeing. Nevertheless, courtesy of the fact that my old friend’s mom had no problem buying movie tickets for five underage girls, there I was, looking into those gleaming celluloid eyes and that golden hair and falling into knee-deep, eternal, I-will-name-my-firstborn-son-Tristan love with Brad Pitt. It was acute. So acute that I stood up from my seat and began to applaud him. (True story.) The efforts of my laughing friends to sit me down and halt my clapping were futile. I was done: officially a forever fan and poised to become Mrs. Pitt if a need for that ever presented itself.

These days, I have no adolescent Mrs. Pitt delusions, but of the few actors I admire, he’s one of them. (Seriously, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a film I can talk about for days, if only for the cinematography and how the movie stayed with me long after it was over.) And so I leave you with a Pitt-related sigh. Happy Throwback Thursday.