#155 - B.P.

You have a lot of video games in your basement, and listen to more girly music than I do. Your wife is much cooler than you and you haven't read even one of the books I gave you. You were The Protector of the Oatmeal.

#154 - E.S.

Tattoos cover every inch of your chest, arms and back (mostly gang symbols from your life in L.A.), making you appear scary and tough. However, you're bent over your engineering textbook and your eyes are furrowed in concentration, and your redemption makes my heart soar.

#153 - R.C.

You are a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty cop. Dirty. Young and hot. I'm pretty sure that you have sex with three different women a day. We discuss monogamy, polygamy, swinging, open relationships, and cheating, and I'm so glad that you're not even an option.

#152 - N.K.

I would watch you from my position at the cash register, hoping for a quick word or a sly flirtation. I'm sure I was laughable as I worked my 16-year-old charms, but you were either amused or intrigued, because you always came back for more.