I like a man’s confidence without the bravado. A firm voice, gentle hands. When you look at me in a way that makes me forget what I was thinking. I like it when someone takes the lead—but with intelligence, without vulgarity. Playing with pauses, accidental touches under the table, whispering in my ear in a crowded place. I also love it when, after a long dance, I’m simply pressed against the wall and we say nothing.