My friend Michael is not at all interested in being in a relationship. But every girl he brings home wants to stay forever. I often wonder about guys like him. He is not the best looking guy, average in every way, the kind of person you would describe as “a nice guy.” And maybe that is what we are all looking for, someone who is nice to us. But even so, why do they all fall in love with Michael? It might have something to do with the elaborate breakfast he makes for them the morning after. Grilled farm sausages from Cadbury, eggs Benedict for meat eaters, eggs Florentine for the vegetarians, freshly squeezed juices, Italian pancakes with blueberry compote and sour cream – he even stews his own jam! He breaks out the French press and warms the milk for the creamer. If he really likes you, he’ll bring out his family linens and tell you their long history. You might think each item was carefully selected for you, but he keeps a full stock of everything in his freezer, just in case – like one would keep an extra toothbrush. If celeb chef Jean-Georges Vongerichten can win over his wife with a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs, well, imagine what else he could get if he served it with toast. But why all the effort for what usually turns out to be a one-night stand? Reputation, Mike says. “They can never say anything bad about you if you treat them right, even in the end.” The end, which is the beginning. I have a different opinion. I think he is giving them a false sense of hope that there’s more than one night involved – and he’s bright enough to know this. This breakfast woo-session is played straight from the bachelor’s handbook, “The Game.” As much as I like to call guys like Mike out, I am strangely in awe. Where were these guys when I was having one-night stands? I’m used to the kind of guy who would wake up at 5am on a Saturday, shower, shave, and elaborately pretend to go to work to get me out of the house. My consultant friend cooks a breakfast buffet for his call girls. “Even if you pay for the entire night, they usually get up, get dressed and leave before the sun comes up. If you ask them to stay for breakfast, you can usually get seconds,” he says smartly. Everyone’s got a take on this subject and by the end of this reporting I think I have enough morning-after recipes to write a book on the matter. I like this new breed of gentlemen. I thought I was lucky if I was offered a bowl of cereal. Hell, a glass of water.