This is really stupid, but when I read it, it made me laugh from a teacher perspective. Just the idea of the hot guy telling you (the teacher) that you rocked your new seating arrangement. Something about it just made me giggle.
If you find a man who is willing to spend money on endless balls of fibrous material, wear the sweaters and socks you crochet him, and do so without complaining- you marry that man. Unless you can marry Ryan Gosling. Always marry Ryan Gosling.