There will be no arguments over what music to play as neither person would darken their Itunes play list with rap or grime.
Conflicts when they arise are amusingly vintage: the washing of delicate silks, the boyfriend’s flat is infested with moths or when drunk she covers his clothes with Mac’s Ruby Woo.
The problem is that it is difficult enough to find a romantic partner anywhere, let alone a vintage romantic partner, especially if you don’t live in a big city.
There are events but you can end up being a gooseberry, or perhaps you’d rather just have fun with friends.
I personally find there are real advantages to sharing life with someone who at least to some degree shares your vintage tastes.
My partner and I do not like exactly the same things (cricket? ) but we can rely on often wanting to go to the same places and events.
And men seem to think we all pick on ‘em, despite being the gentle creatures we really are.
The answer seems to come down to whether they get ‘it’ rather than style.
This seems to be particularly confusing not to mention worrying in the case of a man who pursues a vintage minx and then claims not to like her ‘old-fashioned’ hair.
Surely he noticed you reminded him of his ‘nan’ when he first met you?
Moreover when you meet a vintage partner’s friends you are more likely to get on with them and should it get to a ‘meet the parents’ stage you are also unlikely to horrify them.
Once living together the idea of buying a wooden-globe cocktail cabinet will not cause major rifts.
Of course the irony is that these so called natural girls are often higher maintenance than us, just look at Jennifer Aniston.