Every married couple has "the list."
You know what I mean, too. Each spouse gets their fantasy list of celebrities they are allowed to indulge any carnal fantasy with if the opportunity ever arises, which it won't, which is the point. It allows you to admit some stray desires to your spouse safely, under the guise of a game, and then it removes the threat of temptation.
The problem if you work in a business like mine is that celebrities don't just remain images on a TV screen. I end up interacting with them all the time, and in many cases, you end up in a strange vaguely familiar relationship with them that lasts for years in some cases. I'm not presumptuous enough to call these people my friends, but I would say you end up being friendly with them, almost as a side effect of just doing the job.
In my case, I had a moment where "the list" became a terrifying prospect, because I'm fairly sure Paul Rudd sits very near the top of my wife's list. She's not alone, of course, thanks to the almost mythic power of "Clueless" on the girls who saw it at the right age. Rudd is one of those actors who has always been fairly charming, since his first major roles, and who continues to redefine himself as he works. When I was invited to the set of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" in Hawaii, it was amusing to watch how even the actors who didn't need to be on-set decided to hang around for weeks after they had to be there in some cases. Often when a film is on location, actors will fly home when they aren't needed, but with "Marshall," there was none of that. People stayed. It was probably the longest I saw the various member of the Apatow repertory company all in one place.