This one listened to me rant about whatever was irking me that night, listened to me rave about how cute the bartender was and didn't even think I was creepy taking his picture in the bar. And he even bought me drinks all night in hopes of getting lucky later (boys are so predictable). But the deal sealer? He scored the tickets for the warehouse sale. A man who buys you drinks, encourages your covert attempts at photographing the hot bartender AND enables a shoe shopping habit? That's what we call a keeper, ladies.