#220 - C.C.

You were a tall, skinny man who stayed quiet for the most part. Sometimes, you would explain something scientific to us, and I would see your intelligence, but then you just kind of faded away into your books.

#219 - S.S.

A former OSU football player, you can barely write a complete sentence in our online class. You latched onto me from the first day and you constantly bombard me with requests for help with research, essays, and your divorce. GO AWAY.

#218 - D.O.

Animated and well-groomed, you're jovial and a quick wit. My mother thinks you are the Best Person Ever and she makes sure that she's friends with your wife and family. Why am I the only one that can see that you're gay?

#217 - A.C.

Bold. Brash. Rude. Opinionated. You always hated someone, and I would stand and stare as you gossiped animatedly to my mother. Fascination turned to annoyance quickly, and I was glad you didn't come to my wedding.

#216 - D.K.

While assisting the surgeon during that first eye surgery, you grinned down at the girl with no hair and numerous scars, teasing her, trying to coax her into becoming an eye doctor someday. Somehow, you made the horror bearable, and you'll never be forgotten.

#215 - G.K.

Concert pianist. Pilot. Loving husband and father. World-renowned neuro-opthamologist.  Typically, you're jovial and easy-going, but in surgery, you snap orders and boss your nurses around. I don't care, really - I see one of everything. Thank you.

#214 - M.L.

You're listed in every Top U.S. Surgeon list, but to me you're the guy who saved my life. Once, at a checkup, I mentioned this weird thing my tongue did post-surgery, and you showed me the exact spot on my MRI that explained it. Brilliant.

#213 - W.G.

You are a pompous asshole, but you let me make Asian jokes about you and you say nice things when I don't expect them, so I overlook it. I might even let you fill in that last stripe in the rainbow.

#212 - A.W.

A sweet, doe-eyed little girl, you'd come running whenever I walked into the house. In the 20 minutes I was there, you'd discuss homework, friends, sports and toys, pulling me from room to room. I wished I could take you home before they ruined your innocence.

#211 - N.W.

We'd pass the time as our men conducted business. You had long, gorgeous hair that slid down your body, big blue eyes, and a tough personality. I always wanted to ask you how that prostitution thing actually worked, but it never came up.

#210 - M.D.

You were fascinated with the fact that I was a teacher. My husband would drag me with him to buy his smoke, and I would make the best of it, perching on your couch and asking you ridiculous questions as you laughed hysterically.

#209 - D.W.

At our conference, you yelled at me, eyes bulging, about lies she told you. When I set you straight, you turned on her and yelled at her instead, and she was terrified. I wished I could direct your anger back to me.

#208 - J.S.

On paper, you were everything a girl could want - musical, sweet, handsome, tragic, a little wicked. After a week together, though, you proclaimed your love and offered up your soul -- I was horrified by your neediness. I crumpled up the paper and got out.

#207 - L.R.

In 7th grade, I insinuated that you were dealing, and you found out. Then you were on a vendetta to "get me", and I was terrified - I skipped school for days. When I returned, I wasn't so meek. You never messed with me again.

#206 - M.S.

Your mom would show me pictures of you and tell me stories of how outgoing and hilarious you were. When you got out of prison (released early for good behavior), even I could see how empty your eyes had become. I hope it got better.

#205 - M.R.

He drove Cookie and me home for Thanksgiving, and we stopped at your house to eat. You hugged me close, gave Cookie her own plate, and dragged me down to the basement to offer me my pick of heirlooms. Your family is pure warmth.

#204 - S.M.A.

An elderly nun, you'd call up my parents and tell them how I read books in class instead of doing math. I'd fill my eyes up with tears and protest. I would never do that! She was crazy! Age 8, and already, no respect for religion.

#203 - B.W.

Yours was the mullet to end all mullets - I wish I had a picture. You almost always walked around without a shirt on, wearing your hairy nipples like badges. When she left you, you turned ghetto, and the hilarity was almost too much to bare.