I once told a woman, who I was dating, that she was the type of woman who needed a tower in the castle to which she could invite her husband at will. Which implied that he would remain uninvited at any other time.
She took it as a compliment, it definitely wasn’t, and years later when we visited her and her new husband she showed us her froufrou bedroom. He had his own masculine style bedroom.
Having said that, I spend most of my life in a truck, a literal aluminum and plastic cave with big windows.