When I was a young girl, around 6 or 7, I had a crush on Ray Rayner.
If you are from Chicago or possibly the Midwest, you will know who he was. He was like your crazy, hairy, old uncle. He had a duck named Chelveston and a stuffed dog named Cuddly Dudley. I remember the day he showed up in coveralls with notes tacked all over them (he could never remember what came next and he could then just pluck a note off his pants and follow the instructions on the note).
When I was somewhat older, I had a crush on Monty Hall from Let's Make a Deal.