I’ve had this picture on my desktop for about a week now. I stare at it about a dozen times a day. I love Sweater Boy. I really, really, love him. I’ve considered entering him into the “Hunk vs. Hunk” competition many times, but if people were cruel, or mocked him, I think my heart would break. And it’s not just his sweater that makes me love him, although that’s a big part of it. Any boy who can OWN a sweater look like that, is just aces in my book. Also, there’s a lot to be said for a kid who REALLY UNDERSTANDS the Code of the Meniscus, the least of which is: “That’s husband material!” So I’ll wait for Sweater Boy, as long as it takes. When he graduates from M.I.T., I’ll probably still be here on the fourth floor at WOW, second cubical on the right, ready and waiting. Come for me, Sweater Boy, and take me away from my life of drudgery! Come for me and together we’ll crack that code of Meniscus!