"I want a Stark in the streets and a wildling in the sheets" is the new "I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love."
Some of us go to third base on the stained futon our older brother gave us when he moved to Thailand. Others, like this Game of Boners fan in new Orleans, has an actual Iron Throne to fuck her King of the North on. (Incidentally, that'll run you $30,000. I sense that Internet Daenyris just spent the last of her slip-and-fall lawsuit money.)
Just remember: You'd get 1000% more head if you went with Jon Snow.