Thanks to my brother, I was subjected to multiple viewings of Ghostbusters when we were young. With his nerdy intellectualism, the character Egon Spengler attracted me. The glasses and Jewfro on actor Harold Ramis helped, too.
I thought my penchant for nerdy, spectacled boys began in middle school, but my recollection of this attraction indicates a much earlier origin. Like many film directors—and middle aged men, Harold Ramis has abandoned his youthful, nerdy appeal for hirsuteness and paunchiness.
He can now join Mandy Patikin and Richard Dreyfuss in the annals of Old Men who you might not have thought were hot when they were young, but were.