Every Friday evening around the world, a familiar scenario plays out: Someone listens to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With someone” when it comes to 14th amount of time in a line, uses Nutella because of the fistful, and dons old sweatpants with paw prints in the butt, all while thinking, “It could be time to make an effort to get a romantic date.”
Why shouldn’t this be taking place in a 120-square-foot cottage on tires? Small household men and women have requirements, too.