When I wrote that angry letter to Mr. Efficiency's ridiculous marriage ad, I thought I was making a point about romance in the modern age. I didn't expect Sune Larsson to show up at my office, looking like a Viking CEO, and challenge me to prove my theories about love by actuallymarrying him. Because apparently that's a totally normal thing to do. Now I'm sharing a house with a man who plays mean Scrabble, makes me laugh, and happens to be a great cook. Be still my traitorous heart—there might be something to be said for his methodical madness. Just don't tell him I said that.