My friend Benji had been single for almost two years. He works as a carpenter and a small business owner. Between both of these things, he clearly wasn’t making time for any intimacy. I sat next to him at our local polish bar and reached over to touch his arm. Playfully, I pulled up his sleeve to examine the large fish tattoo on his bicep. I slipped my hand up his sleeve, lightly massaging his shoulder. I’ve always believ...