Back in college, I had a roommate for two years. One of my best friends, a groomsman in my wedding, and we still talk regularly.
Like most college guys, we were never going to be considered poster children for cleanliness. However, anytime my roommate cleaned up, and I’m talking mopping, vacuuming, the whole nine yards, I knew one of two things: he had a test and was procrastinating studying, or he was going to go out and had intentions of bringing a girl home.
He was a good looking guy, had charisma, and of course always had good luck with girls.