Spring fever is in full force, and with the influx of flip-flops, barbecues and shorter dresses come the wave of men that seem to be sprouting like cherry blossoms. It’s pretty evident from my daily Metro rides that Washington, D.C., is a city full of intelligent, albeit cocky, professional men who also happen to be good looking. And nothing gets me like a dark-haired, mid-height, lean-built man in a suit on his way to work…carrying his iPod, a copy of Politico and the side shoulder bag he toted around in college.