This Is The Kind Of Stupid Thing I Do
I'm looking at the cover of a book and this painting by Agnolo Bronzino is on the cover. So I'm thinking, "Gosh, he's kind of hot!" and "Gee, I wonder if he's gay. He looks gay." Also: "It looks like he's a reader. That's always a good sign." And: " Well of course this is a painting. He might not look like that at all." And then it occurs to me that this guy has been dead for about five hundred years, and I feel bad about it.