The NYT profiles the deal-breaking content of some apartments. One rich, strange bachelor has faded, decades-old kiddie sheets (because they don’t make them in adult sizes anymore*):
“I was dating this very nice woman, I thought,” says Mr. Podell. “I was ready and she was ready to do the big deed. I take her to my apartment, go into the bedroom, and fling back the sheets, and she said, ‘My husband had these sheets and he was a mean-hearted son of a bitch and you must be like him and I’m leaving.’ ”
Could it be maybe, just maybe, that the problem is that Mr. Podell refers to sex as "the big deed"?
But stuffed baby seal guy’s just getting a bad rap. Klimt posters, however? Buffy already handled that one.
Gavin, let me know if any of these people write in to Dear Aunt G: I am ready with the advice bazooka.
*This guy is a millionaire and yet not enterprising enough to get some custom sheets made? The women SHOULD be running.