...when I was like, 10 or something, and she was killing it on Mad About You.
I mean, what wasn't there to love!? It was set in New York. Her character 'Jamie' and partner Paul had one of those lovably irreverent relationships where they are at each other, but in a joking kind of way, and then you grow up and try to replicate it and totally fuck up your own relationship because real life doesn't work like that, which is a complete disappointment.
Anyway, the point of all this is to acknowledge the weirdness of seeing someone you used to want to bone/go-get-ice-cream-with-and-then-feel-weird-about-telling-your-parents-about-it, fall prey to the merciless cunt that is time.