Dear Margot,

When I met my boy he was cute but had no sense of style. I took him shopping, dressed him better and got him to work out. Now everyone finds him cute—not just me. We go to the pool in Williamsburg and girls constantly check him out. He loves his new look and his new popularity and I’m afraid he’s going to cheat or I’m going to lose him. I’m anxious all time. I think I’ve created a fashion monster.