And so we come to Rob, the man of my dreams, and the man who left town this evening and can therefore not punish me for writing what I am about to.

How do I love him? I will not count the ways, as I would be here for days. (That was a fine example of my poetic wit, folks. You should thank your lucky stars you are getting this for free.) In any case, this week, everyone's favorite Upside-down Hippopotamus has been about my boyfriends' idiosyncratic behavior, and boy do I have a doozy for you.

This has been a busy week for Rob, as he is overwhelmed with numerous projects and assignments. I was happy that he also decided to take care of himself by going to the gym in the evenings. One warm evening, he was changing into his exercise shorts and tank top while also running around his apartment trying to accomplish a hundred other things. He grabbed his CD player, walked the four blocks to the gym, and did his workout.

Finishing up with abdominal crunches, he felt the need to adjust his shorts for some reason . . . only to discover that they did not seem to be present.

He had walked down the street and exercised for an hour in only his boxer briefs.

How could I not be in love with that?