November 19, 1979 12:00 PM

Sexual revolution or no, men still do most of the pursuing. But the late cartoonist Al Capp always gave the single ladies in Dogpatch a chance to snag a man once every November. He called it Sadie Hawkins Day, and the name has become part of the American language. On these pages, PEOPLE has picked 10 men who would have to run the fastest on Sadie Hawkins Day. What kind of man is sexy and worth the pursuit? Susan Clough, President Carter’s secretary, answers, “One who makes a woman more aware of her own femininity.” NBC’s Jessica Savitch wants him to be “secure, intelligent and happy with himself.” Says comedienne Joan Rivers: “A sexy man is one who doesn’t show disappointment when I undress.”

Misha comes from Russia with love

“No dancer in his right mind would carry on like I am supposed to,” Mikhail Baryshnikov has protested. “They write about me as if I had no discipline.” Admiring tales of his exploits as a Don Juan are a tribute to his ultramasculine presence in the fey world of ballet. After his defection in 1974, his partner onstage and off was Gelsey Kirkland. When that ended he sampled the corps de ballet, was rumored to be Liza Minnelli’s beau (untrue) and finally settled on actress Jessica (King Kong) Lange. The pair frequent Manhattan’s Chinese restaurants, though Misha, 31, looks fondly on any woman serving a home-cooked meal.

His other pleasures include antiquing (for his New York apartment and Connecticut country home), museum hopping and, above all, fishing. “Many people think at the end of my fishing rod there is an Ondine,” Misha once joked. A friend corrects the impression: “He always goes fishing alone.”

A moonwalker watches his step

With a nickname like “Moon Rock” and a penchant for geological jargon, Sen. Harrison Schmitt doesn’t come on like gangbusters. He has, however, stirred up some Potomac fever since going to Washington in 1976. The fascination with the New Mexico Republican is, in part, because he was an astronaut who walked on the moon.

“I can usually find someone to go out with,” admits the modest Schmitt, 44, who dates two nights a week. He prefers women who don’t smoke. Among his favorites are Scandinavian-like blondes (perhaps because he was a Fulbright scholar in Oslo; he also has a Ph.D. in geology from Harvard). Often the women he asks out find themselves at receptions for constituents, but later he may prepare beef stew and fresh vegetables for two at his Capitol Hill townhouse. The ingredients have never been right for marriage, however. “I’ve been close on two or three occasions,” says Schmitt. “But I’m very cautious.”

For O.J., it’s Sunday Night Fever

To his fans O.J. Simpson is the Juice, but to his teammates he’s the Magnet. Explains O.J., 32, with a smile: “They’ll say, ‘Come on, Juice,’ because if I go, girls come around. I’m the bait and they kind of troll with me.” But the San Francisco 49ers running back has been dating just one woman, a comely blonde, Nicole Brown, since his divorce last summer. “I haven’t been free long, but I like being with one woman more than having an occasional fling,” Simpson says. “I spend half the year living with 45 guys under stressful situations. I’ve never lived with more than one woman at a time.”

Because he is so recognizable, O.J. limits his dates to self-assured women. “I’m going to have girls flirting with me,” he explains. “I flirt back. An insecure date can handle you being nice to an ugly girl, but you’re in a fight the minute you treat a gorgeous girl the same way.”

During the season Simpson habitually forgoes sex on the night before games. “It takes an understanding woman to deal with that,” he says, “but it makes for a big Sunday night.”

Under competitive pressure, O.J. finds, “I’m a little surly and aggressive with women, and small talk comes hard.” Gift giving comes easily, however. “I remember my father telling me, ‘No matter how much money you make, if you don’t have a woman to spend it on, it won’t mean a thing.’ ”

Mixed doubles is a way of life for Vitas Gerulaitis

Lipstick has been spotted more than once on the collar of Vitas Gerulaitis’ tennis whites. “Well, I’m a pretty sociable guy and I don’t get lonely too often,” shrugs the world’s fifth-ranked tennis player and the game’s No. 1 ladies’ man. His tastes run to actresses and models. “It doesn’t hurt for a girl to be pretty,” he says of his entourage. “But after a match I don’t want someone to sit there and talk about my backhand. I want to discuss the Pope’s visit or something.”

Gerulaitis may have dates every night of the week. “Girls sometimes call up the hotel and ask if they can come over,” he says. “I’m not crazy about that technique.” His favorite conversation spot is a disco or supper club. Friendly club owners often lure him aside to meet tomorrow night’s date.

Despite his never-ending supply of partners, Gerulaitis, 25, claims he’d like a steady girl—”someone you can confide in apart from your parents.” Marriage is far down the road. “That’s what my mother would like, but girls don’t understand that it is very difficult to be a professional athlete.” Known around the circuit as “the Lithuanian Lion,” Vitas denies his own sex appeal. “Rod Stewart,” he says admiringly, “is the only sexy guy in the world.”

Ladies are in waiting for Britain’s Prince Andrew

Six feet tall with blue eyes and a thatch of brown hair, “Randy Andy” is the handsomest of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip’s three sons—and already, at 19, a ladykiller. While a prep school student at Gordonstoun in Scotland, a lass he dated—and brought home to meet Mum—ran away from school. Rumor said she’d had a spat with Andrew (though the headmaster loyally denied it). The prince has also gone shooting with Lady Diana Spencer at Sandringham House and discoed at Annabel’s in London with brewery heiress Julia Guinness.

Since signing on as a midshipman at Dartmouth Royal Naval College, Andrew has had less time for socializing. His grueling regime includes 16-hour days and rock-climbing in the wilds of Devonshire. Still, Dartmouth does offer diversion in the form of women cadets. So far the concept of coed dorms has not reached the academy.

Editor Jim Hoge has a nose for news and an eye for women

“I’m wedded to the Sun-Times,” insists Jim Hoge, the dashing, 44-year-old editor-in-chief of the Chicago daily. Hoge was married once for nine years to Alice Albright, an author and heiress to the Patterson publishing fortune. The couple divorced in 1971 after three children. Today Hoge is the Second City’s first bachelor, with a little black book the size of the Britannica. “You get several weeks of a whirlwind,” says one ex-girlfriend. “He is kind, solicitous, thoughtful. Then, without warning, it’s over.” Hoge is said to have broken off one affair by slipping a Dear Jane note under the unfortunate’s door. Women are openly dazzled by his intelligence and looks: “They do and say the most inane things,” says one friend. His tastes run to smart, high-powered ladies (such as writers Brooke Hayward and Frances FitzGerald).

Hoge has wide interests—films, ballet, his job (his paper has won five Pulitzers), the Aspen Institute where he teaches every year, and ballooning, a recent enthusiasm. He is a devoted father and often invites girlfriends on outings with his children. “On the surface,” says a former colleague, trying to sum up the man, “he’s hard-driving and ambitious. Underneath, women detect a hurting, sensitive person. And beneath that is solid rock.”

James Caan’s fillies are the rodeo kind

“I’ve gone through periods when there was someone new every night,” says James Caan. “That gets old.” Since his divorce two years ago from his second wife, the 39-year-old actor has grown uncomfortable with his wham-bam image. “Men were always taught to believe women were giving something away, and men had to prove they were men by being able to get it,” he reflects. “There was so much tension placed on the act of making love.” Lately “I’ve become a hermit,” Caan says, devoting himself to his career, his horses and his son, Scott, 3. When he gets around to hand-holding again, Caan hopes to do it in his Bel Air home filled with cowboy paintings. “My idea of a nice night,” he says, “is just lying around with someone, talking, watching television and giggling.”

When the ‘CHiPs’ are down, Erik Estrada knows what he wants

Where does Erik Estrada, the pompa-doured star of NBC’s CHiPs, meet women? “Hollywood and Vine. In supermarkets. On the set.” Does he let himself be picked up? Yes—”if the picker is good.” The 30-year-old Estrada’s attitude toward women is macho tending toward caveman. Occasionally he finds someone who measures up, but the relationship never lasts. One reason: “The women don’t have the maturity.”

Since his near-fatal motorcycle accident while shooting a CHiPs episode last summer, Estrada says he has grown up himself. “The accident was the best thing that ever happened to me,” he claims. “It made me take a look around the block.”

For all his raw physical appeal, Estrada regards himself as “gentle, kind and considerate.” He buys his dates jewelry and treats them to champagne-and-sushi evenings. He once even had a girlfriend’s tooth capped in porcelain (“It was really messing up her head”). But Estrada has grown cunning. “In the past, women I’ve dated always decided to be actresses. I was just a means to an end for them.” So what does he really look for in a woman? The actor flashes a huge smile. “T&A.”

He often dines out, but not as Niarchos

Philippe Niarchos has a ship in nearly every port—and a woman too. The eldest son of Greek maritime Croesus Stavros Niarchos, Philippe is Europe’s ranking businessman bachelor. At 27, he has never been married. One possible reason: His father has had four wives, including Charlotte Ford and the two Livanos sisters, both of whom died in their 40s under mysterious circumstances. Despite the Greek tragedies in his life, Philippe is warm and outgoing, judiciously allotting time for work and play. Since age 19 he has been groomed to take over the family business, and to that end he travels constantly, shuttling among the dozens of Niarchos residences. However, he manages to spend summers on Spetsopoula, the Niarchosowned island, or aboard the family’s 12-bedroom yacht, Atlantis. Though Greek law prohibits nightclub entertainment after 2 a.m., owners gladly risk fines to allow Philippe and his friends to dance and smash plates till dawn.

Philippe lives an otherwise discreet life. He makes reservations under a fake name in three-star restaurants and prefers a battered Volkswagen to his Rolls. The woman in the passenger seat frequently is actress Manuella Papatakis (above), the 26-year-old daughter of French movie star Anouk Aimée and a Greek film director. Rumors of marriage have circulated, but when Philippe settles down, it will probably be with a nice Greek virgin, carefully picked by his family.

Bee Gee sibling Andy Gibb is a hit single

I Just Want To Be Your Everything, he croons to audiences, but when he’s out of the spotlight Andy Gibb, 21, really wants to be left alone. For the littlest Bee Gee the groupie scene is a bummer. (He changes phone numbers every week to avoid it.) His dates are carefully planned, one or two a month. “I rarely take out the same girl twice,” he says. “I burn bridges behind me. I can see them getting more excited than I am.” He also likes “older women.” Translation: over 18.

On his bimonthly indulgences Gibb picks them up in a limo or drives his own Jaguar XJ6L. Dinner will be at a quiet restaurant and there are no discos for dessert. Instead he prefers an intimate session at his rented Miami Beach home. “If a girl can handle TV and video cassettes,” Andy says, “I’ve got a great library—700 or 800 of them now.” Sometimes he’ll strum the guitar.

Gibb has dated actress Susan George, 29, and more recently singer Marie Osmond, 20. “Marie is very, very appealing, but the religion thing wouldn’t work,” he says of her strict Mormonism.

Happiness may be earning more than $1 million in 1978 for some, but it isn’t enough for Gibb. Despite a brief teenage marriage, he’s eager to try again. “I’m looking for the right one,” he says, “the one who doesn’t care if I’m Andy Gibb or not.” A long wait is indicated.

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