Bachelor Pad

The other day someone referred to me as a bachelor. I was flattered - when I hear "bachelor" I think of playboy man-about-town sprinting from one meaningless date to another and hanging out in my split-level shag-rugged apartment in Manhattan listening to "The Manny Moods of Murray Wilson" while sipping martinis. With, apparently, Niles Crane. In other words, I aspire to be a bachelor.