I admit to a certain amount of discomfort over my latest infatuation. I mean, he's 23. I'm twice his age.
In my defense, I'm married to this:
I have to fantasize about this:
Strictly speaking, if I didn't have an active fantasy life, I would dig a tunnel to the fireworks factory that's a few miles from my house and blame a natural disaster for the ensuing catastrophe.
BTW, I don't own the rights to the Wang Yi Bo photo, just stole it off FB.
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