I’m used to guys living in pretty crappy places. I even dated a guy for while who slept on a bean bag chair. He even actually referred to it as his BED.
That’s not to say that I judge a man by his abode… I think I’d even prefer a man who could care less. Mostly, because I would be worried if he cared a little too much. I would be freaked if I met a boy who poo pooed my thread count or actually held an opinion on my decorating style! It reminds me of Clueless “He does dress better than I do… what would I bring to the relationship?” If I came across one of these persnickety men I’d of course have to wonder if he was a (another quote from Clueless) “a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy”. In other words: gay. Then I came across this home tour in Apartment Therapy and fell in love not only with the decor but the handsome man who decorated it all. A dreamy mix of masculine edge with a light, airy California feel… could this perfect home actually be at the hands of a straight man? Oh, and he has a cute dog. I’m honestly unsure how I’d feel if I was dating a man who took me home to this perfection. Probably because you’d have to be a REAL MAN (whether straight or gay) to own a home so perfectly made. And I haven’t come across a lot of those… real men OR perfect homes.
And yes, he has a garden (which I will NEVER have) but they’re all simple plants for plant-retarded people like myself. They hardly need any water or attention an the mismatched pots are adorable. And those fishing poles! He’s a beautiful, well-decorated man who fishes? He’s really pushing me over the edge with that cuteness.