Romance, but only for a week or so. I HATED the lady who owned the house I lived in college. One night, she barged in without calling or knocking and wanted to know why I called a plumber without her consent. I called her every filthy and degrading name I could think of and explained that running water in a bathroom wasn't an unreasonable request. She pulled this crap all the time! She actually took a swing at me, which I blocked and pinned her arm behind her back. She broke free, spun around and rammed her tongue down my throat! That led to a pretty decent week-long hook-up.

I got a newly remodeled bathroom while I stayed at her place! Ahhhh...for the days of youth!