"He has curly black hair, pale-green eyes, and the relaxed demanor of someone who lives five minutes away from his favorite beach."

Sometimes, thanks to the talented writers at The New Yorker, we don't even need images.

We are embracing a New Year that shall be characterized by Focus and Love. We've heard people wonder if they are ready for 2012. Our main concern is whether twelthie is ready for us.

In honor of our dear friend who left "Let's make better mistakes next year" notes in unknown offices, we would like to quote the slightly more famous Samuel Beckett: "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."

Because we should never underestimate the influence the Ocean has on our future plans. And because we've been in love one hundred and fifty times or more, but meeting you made us realize we'd never been in love before.

Because you look like a complete air head and sometimes it's refreshing to just look into a pair of doozy eyes and admire sun-kissed curls, instead of redefining sovereignty, governing a melting Arctic or moving towards a reappraisal of economic thinking.

Because nothing quenches the thirst on a sweaty beach day as ice-cold coke with lemon, drunk through a straw, with sleeves rolled up and ray-bans on.

Because out there on the waves you seem charismatic, agreeable and adaptable and you can adapt to just about any social situation, convincing others you are just like them. And with your flexibility, liberal attitude and lack of prejudice, you can find something interesting in just about anyone. But when your interest wanes, you depart; you cannot tolerate boredom. As an Explorer you like knowledge, adventure and the pleasures of the senses, and you are drawn to those who are enthusiastic, curious, creative and energetic-people like yourself. Sex is important to you, too. As a Negotiator, you have a big heart; you are flexible and sensitive to the feelings of others and you are driven to seek harmony in your social life. So you avoid conflict, as well as people who compete with you. You also avoid those who structure your time and block things from happening spontaneously. And you can feel pressured by other's needs. So you are attracted to individuals who share your "live and let live" attitude. Money is secondary to you, so you also respect individuals who can part with theirs, particularly when spending leads to adventure or improves the world. And you are drawn to people who are direct, decisive and tough minded to balance out your flexible, spontaneous, intuitive style.

Because surfer boys are like sea shells; pretty, salty and sprinkled across the shores. But instead of holding them to our ears we hear waves crashing simply by looking into their eyes.

Because you are the favorite person of our favorite Greenpoint native, who happens to have a happy birthday today. And because our relationship with Rockaway Beach is like a love story. It fills our lungs with fresh air, we are reborn after every dip in the salty waves, and it just gets more beautiful every time we go there.

Because in five years time we imagine that we've just relocated to California from New York, work at, or own, a creative agency, have some solar energy projects in East Africa, swim in our pool and began starting a family. Hopefully, we've might have married a guy from the cast of The Lion King, too.

Because, like Gentlemen's Quarterly, we love guys who "when he's not at home in the relatively paradisiacal environs of Venice Beach, slaving away over his luxury cashmere creations for The Elder Statesman, he's going all Endless Summer in search of the perfect wave."

This is pretty close to our vision of paradise: turquoise waters, sunshine, beer, beard, bare feet, shorts, a Cosby-sweater and
one Brooklyn dude on permanent vacation.

Besides the fact that it looks like you are on a fancy version of a charter holiday, we'll disregard the beach front taverna and stick with the beard-and-a-tan-combo.

Because we haven't seen a proper salty-air-sunset in quite a while.

We are caught in a Didion-esque daydream of having a husband, with whom we're living in a Malibu beach house in the late 70's, driving a Corvette ("that was the car we had at the time") from Vegas to Los Angeles or having him fly from LAX up to San Francisco just to have dinner with us on a $26 return flight.

This lad does not quite fill that position, but comes pretty close in radiating some of that California sunshine.

We don't care about you being a carrot top, as long as you bring some of that happy, adventurous spirit. In case we should run out.

Very good looking bands #3 - Little Joy

One of the world's most beautiful, Fabrizio Moretti, increase the joy in this band with a drum stick or two and a bearded smile that confirms our belief that life really is a beach.