You must mean Tina Louise, aka Ginger, part of the eternal question, "Mary Ann or Ginger?"
You ever think it's funny how no one ever asked, "Gilligan or the Skipper?"
It's always been my intention to meet Dawn Wells at one of her convention appearances, and pay way too much for a photo and a book (hey, she has a cookbook out, among others), and pray against all odds for a kiss on the cheek, and an offer to steal me away to be her boytoy (I believe for our UK friends, that's actually toyboy). Hey, I'm 54 and she's like 30 years older, so it could happen...
I had a similar long-standing crush on Mary Tyler Moore. I actually had the opportunity to meet her once, in Minneapolis, where she was a favorite daughter of the city, because of her TV show being set there (there's a bronze statute of MTM in the exact spot where Mary throws her hat in the during the opening credits).
Anyway, I went to a book signing, but MrsT made us late. She had no interest in MTM, and the book signing was at the Mall Of America, so she went off to shop.
After waiting in line for a long time, and inching closer, ever closer to the divine Ms. MTM...wait! Did I just catch a glimpse of that winning smile?! I did! Oh, Mary!...<sigh>...
...after waiting, I handler came back and said that there were too many people in line, that the book signing and meet-and-greet was ending, then scanned where I was standing, announced the line ended...right...here!...and stuck his arm out right in front of me! Noooo!
It's why guns probably should be illegal, because if I'd been carrying, I think I'd be a widower right now. She made us late, and I missed meeting Mary Tyler Moore by one person! One! Had I gotten in line literally 30 seconds sooner, I'd have likely met her, intimated that she was my kitchen pass, and headed back to her limo for a little ride around the block, so to speak.
Fate, you cruel, cruel bitc...well, never mind. I got some cheese curds from the mall food court, so that was ok...I guess...