I'm not saying I spend my Friday nights making mood boards of fictional characters, but let's just say my camera roll is currently a shrine to all the most swoony fictional men of the year.
Because if you've been on the internet, or frankly, just breathing, you'll have noticed a distinct shift in the kind of man dominating our screens this year. They're moody. They're maybe even a little bit broody. They have loving eyes that follow the woman they love across a crowded room.
This is the year of the yearning man, and let me tell you, it's no coincidence.
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The ground zero for this phenomenon, for me, is undeniably Conrad Fisher from The Summer I Turned Pretty. Forget your standard love triangle tropes. Conrad isn't the guy who writes poems or performs a grand, loud gesture.
He's the guy who knows your favourite coffee, who wants to be the one to drive you home, and who suffers in the kind of delicious, silent agony that only truly good TV can provide. His love is less of a statement and more of a deeply felt, barely contained need. It's in the way he looks at Belly when he thinks she's not looking. It's quiet but it is completely addictive.



























