I would much rather sit across the table from him and talk about silly things that have nothing to do with love or sex or the meaning of life. Okay maybe the latter and the absurdity of it. And then maybe he would say something funny and I would laugh a lot and I would remember that for a long time because it would be a nice memory and I would buy him a beer for it.

I am going to go to sleep now and not dream of Ryan Gosling's beautiful blue eyes.