"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.

Because you look like you've been busy sailing the seven seas, acquiring a huge pile of stories and kindness that you only share with people who you actually find worthy of your attention. And who enjoy salty air, grilled sea bass and star gazing the way you do.

Because Blue Valentine seems to be the movie of the year for die hard romantics, and if more guys possessed just a teaspoon of the Gosling-charm we would be even less likely to end up facing the "kharmageddon". A word the creator describes as; "It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's, like a serious bummer."