When I was divorced and dating, I wanted to do absolutely no work to my future home. I had worked enough in my last relationship to last me two lifetimes. I wanted turn-key. Bring your toothbrush! Triple mint! But what I found often was a nice guy that needed a major makeover “he had good bones” for someone who wanted to renovate. There were also the forever renters who had been working the same circles dating women and never committing. One of my dates told me that the longest he had ever dated someone was three months at 38! Oy! Now that is work!