My first boyfriend

Charlie is a Duke fan - they lost in the NCAA tourney and he is inconsolable. What can I say - there's no resisting a man with an alfalfa tuft.

What will I be when I grow up?

An orchestra conductor?
A dictator?
A magic fairy?
A pimp? (shown here beating down a disappointing employee)
An Olympic torch bearer?
President of Northern Trust?
Or better yet, their best customer...