There's a well-documented link between the timetables of my cleaning and my stress levels as pertaining to women. I have no idea why. But when I was in college and just starting to date someone (who would later become my girlfriend) and she was also dating a couple of other guys and my status in her universe was uncertain, my roommates said our suite was the cleanest they'd ever seen it.
Given the revelation I received on the phone this morning, it's no wonder I found myself dusting and vacuuming the entire apartment this afternoon.