It’s not the size of his bank account or the length of his job title.
It’s not that he’s a road warrior with a fat frequent flyer balance.
It’s not his dark wavy hair, his fast, sleek car or the washboard appearance of his abs.
It’s none of that.
A man is so sexy when…he’s teaching his daughter how to light the perfect fire on an autumn night.
When he shows his son how to not only grow tomatoes and basil but then how to make them into a Caprese salad.
When he listens to his teenager’s worries.
When he accompanies his adult daughter to chemo.
When he drives the carpool, when he brings the snacks, when he springs for pizza, when he discusses the Peloponnesian War, when he cries at his child’s wedding, when he is fully and completely committed to his family.
That is pretty sexy.
And all men – those uncles, and brothers, and cousins, and granddads, and neighbors, and clergy, and coaches, and teachers, and mentors – all of them who take time to give of themselves to young people who need a father figure…well, they’re damn sexy, too.
Happy Father’s Day, you sexy devils.