Perhaps the mention of the Boyfriend Sweater Curse (or whatever it's called) made Sven think. Between November and May the guy is almost always cold. In the beginning, he might have thought that by hooking up with a knitter his thermal worries would be over. After all, since I specialize in all things wool and cashmere, Sven probably assumed that he could safely rely on me to keep him warm and toasty all winter long.
Imagine Sven's surprise when no sweater was forthcoming after our first winter together. What happened? Maybe I didn't notice that he was constantly cold when he came to Boston. Did he not shiver enough? His lips not turn a deep enough shade of blue? Did I somehow find his goosebumps attractive? I'm sure he thought it was a fluke. Maybe I was too busy or too stressed to think about knitting him a pullover. Winter turned to Spring, Spring turned to Summer, and I moved to New York. "I'm living with a knitter," he thought. "It's just a matter of time." Winter number two came and went, and still no sweater.
Clearly Sven had no idea about The Curse. Now, I'm not normally one to abide by such superstitions, except that, well, you never know. Why tempt fate?
Why indeed? And, as we come into winter number three, Sven's apparently taken the hint:
Of course, I said "yes". Wedding next October.