I was speaking to a girlfriend the other day about her multiple relationship “deal-breakers” — things she won’t compromise on. Emotional intelligence and kindness were at number one and two. She also wants someone physically active who can pick up the tab for dinner without grimacing. Cut to a similar conversation with a heterosexual male friend about what he looks for in a potential mate. “I’m a legs man,” he stated. I waited during the ensuing silence for the rest of his criteria.
Did it matter whom these legs were attached to? If they came complete with a toxic narcissist, or someone deeply unfunny, would he care? Did he even need a torso — or did just a pair of legs suffice, perhaps with different