The men of LOST are too damn sexy for anyone's good.

Sawyer: Down-home sexy. Bravado, challenge, sense of humor, nicknames, smolder, swagger, and smoooooooth.

Jack: Earnest sexy. Decent, trustworthy, long-term, slow burn.

Sayid: Bollywood sexy. Brown skin sexy. Cat-Stevens-used-to-have-that-beard sexy.

Locke: Wise sexy. Yeah, the source of his wisdom is a little vague, but with those blue eyes and that bald head, and that sweet, calm voice, I'd be his in a second. He feels safe, but just a little sinister. He'd know how to put the pot on simmer.

Hurley: Funny sexy. "Aw, shucks" sexy. And filthy rich, don't forget. If he ever gets back to a bank.

Jin: Reserved sexy. Brooding. Angry, but not without a more pure passion. He just needs to come clean with his wife about knowing English.

Charlie: Tigger sexy. Too much bounce for his own good, but his heart is true.

Desmond: Euro-soccer-sexy. He's a party boy, to be sure, but smart and just nuts enough to be tolerated.

I won't even go into any of the Others. Skanks. They don't play fair.