I had a single buddy. We worked at the same bank. He made a great salary, and was a decent looking guy. He had a nice car, and owned a nice condo. He was into hunting and fishing. His condo looked like a fucked-up hunting lodge. He was 1/2 Korean, so his mom did the no shoes in the house thing. So, when you walked through his front door, there was a rack with about a dozen pairs of various shoes on it...in the living room. Mounted dead animals on the walls, the fridge was covered in stickers like it belonged in some hot-rodder's garage. The 2nd bedroom was filled with garbage cans filled with empty 12 gauge shells to be reloaded on the adjacent reloading bench.
Basically, it looked like a house a serial killer would live in.
The first time I visited, I straight-up told him that his place fucking sucked, and would creep out any woman that set foot in the place. i've lost touch with him, but during the time we worked together, he never dated. He fucked whores off TER. He did that weekly, or more often. He was happy with that, and thought that I was the asshole for having a wife that cost me a lot of money.