How He Went From Mr. Wrong to Mr. Right.(Brief Article)

Cosmo readers dish about the surprising way their feelings did a romantic 180.

"A year ago, I went camping with my best friend and one of her guy pals. The three of us totally bonded, but it was clear that Jake's feelings for me were more than just friendly. Problem was, he was kind of alternative with Elvis Costello glasses and a scruffy beard and I prefer my men clean-cut. I must have mentioned it during our travels, because a few days after we got back, he came over to swap pictures from the trip wearing khakis and a pressed shirt, his beard totally shaven, and his hair combed back. He was even wearing contact lenses, which showed off his beautiful blue eyes. I knew that whoever this 'new man' was, I had to have him!"

Collette, 22

"My current boyfriend is also my brother's best friend, but before we were together, I couldn't stand being in the same room with him. Whenever he would come by, he tried to impress me by sharing his various escapades: how much he drank, the fights he got into, the girls he hooked up with. He was such a pig that I constantly questioned why my brother was even friends with him. Well, about a year ago, I was moving into a new apartment, and my brother's buddy offered to help me. Since all the guys I knew were at work, I took him up on it--and I'm so glad I did! The more heavy lifting he did, the hotter he looked. And when he took off his shirt, revealing his tanned, rock-hard abs and broad shoulders, I thought I might pass out from the heat. I took him out for pizza that night (our first date), and we've been together ever since. He's given up his drunken frat-boy nights and wild ways, and the only stories he shares with his friends now are about how much he loves me."

Mel, 19

"My neighbor Eric was a very nice guy, but he was such a loudmouth. One day, I was doing laundry in the basement of my building when he came in. I tried to turn my attention back to my book, but his constant jabbering made it impossible to read. Finally, I picked up a dirty sock and threw it at him. He retaliated by tossing a towel at me. Before I knew it, we were having a laundry war, throwing clothes and sheets everywhere. Eventually, we both ended up on the floor, laughing our butts off. Without even ...