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Originally Posted by MickeyD

In high school, we always called priests like that "Fr. Whatawaste".

In High School, one of my Religion instructors was Fr. Moore. Or, as I called him, Fr. "Gimmee Moore". I would always attend his Masses, and dreamily swoon. He was young and muscular, with a dark tan, and had piercing blue eyes. His nickname was "Clark Kent" because he looked exactly like Christopher Reeve in the Superman movies.

He was my first "grown-up" crush. I was so smitten that I almost joined the FISHING CLUB because he was head organizer. How romantic for us two, swept out to sea? Surely he would swoon right back when he saw me handle a tackle box ( and then proceed to stab myself to death with various, colorful hooks since I've never been fishing in my life ) When it came to Confession, I would avoid him at all costs. How could he fall in love with me if he knew all of my sins?

A schoolgirl crush on a Priest seems so taboo! I suffered from awful, awful guilt. A man of the Cloth is totally forbidden. There was absolutely no way I could ever entertain that thought without thinking I was a terrible person. Thornbirds much?

BarTopDancer~ I looked for pictures of Fr. Thomas Williams! If I find one, I'll post it for you, me & Mickey Lumbo!

I'm so sorry for derailing. I have been watching the Mass in honor of Pope John Paul II in the Dowtown Los Angeles Cathedral on KTLA, and catching whatever news I can. I'm sure there will be much more news at eleven o' clock.