Brady Black, Days of Our Lives

Even his impression of Rodin’s The Thinker is sexy, for Pete’s sake. Yet the hottie who could make Michelangelo’s David green with envy still hasn’t got his own permanent, ahem, heart installation.
Even his impression of Rodin’s The Thinker is sexy, for Pete’s sake. Yet the hottie who could make Michelangelo’s David green with envy still hasn’t got his own permanent, ahem, heart installation.
We don’t blame her for looking shocked by her datelessness — we’re shocked, too. But since her last red-hot romance turned, erm, stone-cold, she hasn’t found anyone new with whom she could play doctor.
Richer than rich. Handsomer than handsome. Availabler than… Well, very available. What’s not to love? Well, aside from his unhealthy fixation with an ex who’s not only a lesbian but engaged to his sister. There is that.
On what planet would a blonde bombshell this explosive even manage to have her picture taken without a line of suitors forming all the way down the beach? Guess this is how we know the soap ain’t real life!
He’s got movie-star looks, a Steve Jobs bank account and an accent that’ll make ya go weak in the knees. What he doesn’t have, however, is an other who still considers him significant. Mystifying.
Were it not for a certain conniving obstacle, this teenage dream would have ages ago been relieved of her duties as the perennial third wheel. Make like a rock, Esme, and roll, roll, roll — away from Spencer!
Don’t ask Adam’s ex if she’s a glass-half-empty or a glass-half-full kinda woman. She’s so passionate, she’s a hurl-that-glass-at-your-dang-head sort. Which is a turn-on, right? A scary one, but still…
Here, the frequent wedding officiant demonstrates the confounded expression that we so often wear when it occurs to us that he’s yet to get to say his own “I dos.” We’re as stunned as you are, buddy.
She’s as vivacious as she is tenacious. Yet her Match.com profile yielded only a suggestion that she wait for Salem to import some new men who don’t know about her checkered past. Or have girlfriends.
She has an excuse — she just went through a messy break-up. But he’s been single for so long, waiters have stopped asking, “Are you expecting a dinner companion?” Maybe they could once again be each other’s plus-ones.
He has a million-dollar smile and a stock portfolio to match. Yet there’s not a waiting list to show up at parties and premieres on his arm. His exceedingly well-toned arm, we might add. What the Fiorucci?!?
Whether or not he’s possessed, the son of hell-raisers EJ and Sami is guaranteed to show any date a devil of a good time. Heaven knows why his split from Chanel hasn’t drawn a bevy of heat-seeking misses.
Maybe the show is just making us wait for Holly’s eagerly anticipated return. In the meantime, though, it’s weird that nobody wants to be able to call him the (former) spy who loved me.
You don’t have to be an attorney to declare this case closed: It’s unreal that that the lovely lawyer could chase for so long after Nate without a single attractive alternative coming courting, so to speak.
We were all ready to ’ship Bill’s ex and Carter as a new dynamic duo. Instead, the show sent her to some kind of romantic purgatory to Judge Judy the crap out of other people’s actual romances.
It’s complicated, we’ll grant you. The former never meant to lose fiancé Abe, and the latter couldn’t have guessed that her new husband was a demon. But you’ve gotta be ready for that kinda [bleep] in Salem!
The Newman heir is less The Mustache than The Goatee. But he has a bedside manner that we can’t believe has let him go days, weeks, months without an appealing prospect asking to get tucked in.
You’d have a point if you said, “Uh, he’s a lowlife with a prison record and a history of taking advantage of women.” An exclamation point, even. Nonetheless, his “I’ve changed” schtick is compelling.