It amazes me how every single woman even those who live in squalor like that somehow owns martini glasses, without fail. And when you go to make drinks, there are always martini glasses. And every time she bitches about how her last boyfriend always cooked for her, you can point out the pile of crusty dishes in the sink and tell her you'll cook if she helps you wash them. As she never does, you will never have to cook. Three drinks later and after some fun, you're back at your clean place taking a shower and eating leftovers.