Not gonna lie, it's a sweet gig. All they demand is a little respect and a LOT of honesty, and you're golden. Luckily, I give 'em plenty of both.

The bad news is you get suckered into "honey-do's" because most of them own huge houses that have light bulbs twenty feet in the air that need changing, then they're a damsel in distress and "Oh BTW, you've got muscles"... lol. It's a small price for such a stress-free arrangement, though.

The current girl I'm seeing drives a Volvo XC90/CX90, has a sweet crib, and a high-paying job. It's a NICE upgrade from the Scion-driving, dorm-living, air-headed sorority sistas