So the big debate, when I was eight or nine years old, was, do you love Bobby Sherman

or do you love David Cassidy?

These guys were the absolute teen idols of the time and everybody loved one or the other.

Naturally for me, it was Bobby Sherman.

I didn't like Bobby Sherman.

I loved Bobby Sherman.

He was incredibly indescribably handsome.

He was on a TV show called Here Come the Brides and he had this full mop of gorgeous

hair that was sort of all combed in one direction across his forehead.

I mean, it really was just like the Beatles, which was, of course, irresistible.

And he wore these kind of big blousey, very groovy shirts.

And he was, be still, my beating heart, perfect.

And Bobby had a big hit song called Julie.

Do you love me?

Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me?

Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care?

Julie, Julie, are you thinking of me?

Julie, Julie, will you still be there?

I mean, I didn't like being called Julie because my name is Julia.

But Bobby didn't know that when he wrote that song for me.

He and I were meant to be together if there had just been some way for us to meet.

So at the age of eight, I decided I would write a letter to Bobby Sherman, not a fan letter,

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