I think we all pretty much think alike, but mine kind of surprised me.
John F Kennedy - sure I thought he was handsome and he was assisinated on my Mother's 13th birthday, but I'm not too into adulturers
Vincent Van Gogh - Loved his paintings, and I'm all for a little angst, but come on? Self mutilation?
Rudolph Valentino - He was my grandmother's favorite. Maybe Mom's right and I'm channeling her without realizing it.
And of course I have just rotten luck with the ladies (although I admire two of them - I think I might be a little out in left field.
Cleopatra
Lucrezia Borgia
Mata Hari