I was dancing at my favorite salsa club last weekend when I took a break to chat with my friend Leo.* I asked him a question I often ask 30-something men — Are you single?
His answer surprised me.
He said he had given up on dating. Leo is only 36.
My spidey senses raised. Leo is personable, intelligent, funny, tall, handsome, and never smells like rancid beef jerky. (Clearly, my bar is low.) Oh, and he also dances like a precocious angel. Do you know how freakin hard it is to find men who possess that heady combination of masculinity and femininity? Asking for a friend…