I am understanding of your rotating fantasy five. It's a perfectly normal thing for a person to have. You know about mine! My issue with your statement about Ms. O (do you think that O stands for...?) was that you said you would "drop me like a hot rock for her", or something to that effect, which implies more than a hot sweaty romp or even a lost weekend, either of which I'd probably get over because I know how cool you would feel for the rest of your life if you got to bang "the queen of avante garage." (Even if most people have no idea who she is.)
We touched on this the other night at The Burger Joint when Dee-Lite came on; I understand how Lady Miss Kier might make your list and you don't see her as someone with long term potential. Like Ewan (McGregor) and me. Sure, he sings like an angel, is a rather talented actor, seems smart and funny and has a torso I could cheerfully spend quite a while licking all over but I don't know if he would take care of me when I'm sick or do the dishes when it's his turn and there's no way that he'll think I'm as hot as you do. (No one else ever has.)
So by all means, say Karen O. is on your list. She can be your #1. Haunt the stage door if she ever comes to the 9:30 Club. (Which sooner or later she probably will. You have so much better of a chance of meeting your top 5 than I have of encountering any of mine.) Go for it, Baby! Just realize that if this unholy event ever actually transpires, I'm calling the cute UPS guy who slipped me his number faster than you can say "retaliatory sex." ;^)
What can brown do for me?
Note - This is just the picture I could find. My UPS guy is cuter.