A fine word for most men, and let's just be frank here about Frank, that means men well into their sixties and seventies where I am. At 68, I date men in their fifties, if for no other reason than more of them know where the goddamned MOP is, because they bought one, more of them know where the HAMMER is, because they bought one, and more of them know how to call the plumber when the pipes break, because they know the limit of their handy-man-itis.