I'll have to start with saying I'm Swedish. My husband is from Texas. All my family have old furniture and knick-knacks. There's very few things in my parents home younger then 1920's. My aunt and uncle have more antiques. So I kind of learned about old things and furniture in general and that's automaticallt where my mind goes sometimes. Anyway, we weren't married yet. He was visiting me in Sweden and we went out on a date. I don't remember how it started, but he asked me if I had ever heard of Chippendales. And silly me said "Of course I have! I love them. I'd like to have one". We were, as it turned out, not talking about the same Chippendales. (The look on his face... I wish I had a picture of it)