I have a mid-life crisis every Sunday around the time I watch Game of Thrones. Kit Harrington has an adorable mop of dark curls, the body of an Adonis, and a sixteen-year age difference. In my mind, I dump the more age-appropriate Richard Armitage for someone not only young but has a bigger sword. (Mind out of the gutter! I am referring to Longclaw.)
I follow up the man in black for the man in the kilt, Jamie Fraser. I write this without any shame after dealing with the umpteenth non-response on Match.com. The forecast calls for rain and you don’t need an umbrella for this downpour.