There are numerous things I encounter at the mall, which might elicit feelings of anything from desire to repulsion to envy to contempt (mostly the last). But whenever I see boyfriends and young husbands abandoned in chairs or on corners, all bearing similar child-like expressions of ennui, despondency, and helpless confusion, my heart melts absolutely. I want to cup their forlorn faces in my hands and radiate for them compassion and solidarity, to wrap my hands 'round theirs and cry, "Oh, gentlemen! Come home with me, and we'll spend sunny days and smouldering nights not shopping as much as your little lost hearts desire!"
