It’s totally unfair since women are never (!), ever (!) supposed to have wrinkles, but there is really something to be said for guys with little wrinkles. I’m sure Ian has been smoking hot his whole life—what with the icy blues, those perfectly-shaped brows and the bone structure of the gods—but the little lines just add something. Maybe it’s some extra masculinity, maybe it’s the hint of really good back stories about too many late nights caring for baby monkeys at the exotic animal shelter or overlong romps on nude beaches, or whatever. All I know is that those little creases keep him far, far away from looking like a 20-year-old who couldn’t find your erogenous zones with a map and a Sherpa.