Once I dumped a perfectly nice man because he gave me a blank stare when I asked him if he knew how to fix my leaking kitchen faucet.
"My people call plumbers," was his response.
When, like me, you are a single woman living in This Old House, handy is sexy. And it's not like I can't afford to call in the pros when it's necessary. It's just that there's something about a guy who can fix things or build things.
For years, I thought I was attracted to engineers because that's what my father did for a living. And when he wasn't in the office, he was building an addition to the house, or framing my mother's paintings, or building bookcases. So I sort of grew up thinking that was what guys did.
And, like my mother, I am pretty much of a house wimp. Of course, my mother was smart enough to end up in new construction where a resident handy man isn't a necessity.
A lot of my clients are single, professional women, and they are buying old houses. We like to joke about how one's taste in men changes with homeownership. What one of these high powered attorneys used to think of as "dating down" is now a good thing. As renters, they may have sought out guys who they thought were headed for a partnership at Akin Gump, or even the White House. Now they troll the profiles on Match.com looking for cute plumbers, engineers and carpenters.
But I have to ask myself, would I have dumped the guy who said he didn't do plumbing even if he had pulled a wrench out of his back pocket and, with a flourish, repaired my little drip?
Yeah, I would have. I should have said handy is often sexy. There are still exceptions to the rule.