My first boyfriend, Howie, was matzo ball soup: warm and homey,wonderful on a cold, wintry day, but not a lot of sex appeal. My previously married ex-husband, John, was leftover Chinese food: so compelling in the refrigerator, but you were always sorry after you ate it. Vinnie, pizza-maker and“transition man," was a banquet verging on bacchanal: destined to create heartburn but impossible tostop eating. My now and hopefullyforever man,Charles, is bran flakessprinkled with a few Lucky Charms: He keeps me regular and,on most days, is magically delicious. -Jill Lipton