If a man comes home from the grocery store with not only a bottle of cava, but also two incredibly perfectly ripe peaches, you know he loves you. (A glass of bubbly full of peach slices counts as breakfast, right?)
If he then sets about brining shrimp for the evening meal's appetizer, and then chases you out of the kitchen while he makes something secret, which turns out to be bolognese sauce so that you can have yummy tomatoes on your pasta later in the week when he's having kale & sausage on his (which is good and all, but not your favorite...), well then, you know he really loves you.
He gives you dance lessons for your birthday. And shows up with you. At the lessons....
God only knows what kind of saintly life I lead in a previous life to have TWO husbands willing to take dance lessons with me. All I have to say is, if you're a single guy, or a husband who wants to spice it up, THIS IS THE WAY TO DO IT.
ATTENTION ALL MEN: Women like to dance. Face it. Get over it. Get out there. Get laid.
It must be genetic. Make an effort, and you will be rewarded. Guaranteed.