I did actually get to see him in person, in real life, once...

I have a working theory that many (because I try to not over-generalize) men are always thirteen at heart: all about hormones and video games. I have to admit, I may be the same way, minus the video games. At thirteen I was an insecure bookworm totally in love with Johnny Depp, and I fear that girl is still lurking inside the woman I am now. I may be more confident, and more social, but I still love the Depp. To the point where I specifically invite a bunch of woman (and one brave man) over to eat food and watch 21 Jumpstreet. This past Saturday was the second Johnny Depp Taco Night, and it was a bit startling to realize how much I can regress into being that girl that was just sooooo totally omg (not that we said that in 1988) in love-lust with someone I would never meet. Seeing him as a demon barber slicing people's throats with crazy hair did nothing to deter me, since I am also still just as stubborn as ever. Good thing we only got through a few episodes and the one movie, since I'm clearly not ever going to get over him (though maybe at some point we'll simply transition into Matt Damon and enchiladas...)