"As long as you're an undergrad, you can live in the crappy apartment with the industrial spool coffee table and bookshelves made out of cinderblocks and sleep on a mattress on the floor, and that's okay."
If it wasn't for my wife I'd be living in a trailer on the Tennessee River next to the boat dock with beanbags in the living room and a Futon on the floor.
If the fishing were good, that doesn't sound all that bad.
"If it wasn't for my wife I'd be living in a trailer on the Tennessee River next to the boat dock with beanbags in the living room and a Futon on the floor."
So, ya'll have a double-wide now? LOL! Just kiddin'. :)
My husband lived like a pauper when I first met him, too. And he really didn't have to...most guys just don't care much about asthetics. He had the requisite "curb found" couch, the boards and bricks bookshelves (he did have "smart-guy books" though, so I cut him some slack), lamps without shades, not a single matching dish...
I remember the first meal he cooked for me, though. Fettuccini Alfredo, Steamed Patty Pan squash and some strawberry chocolate dessert. He was a Chef at the time and asked the woman who lived next door what he should do about his apartment before he invited me over for dinner. She said, "Clean sheets on the bed and a toilet clean enough to eat off of, and she should do your bidding." LOL!
It was almost true. I did appreciate that he cleaned the bathroom. ;)