I was talking to my brother-in-law yesterday about finding apartments in NYC. He saw a lot of very crappy ones when he was first moving into Brooklyn in the mid-1990s. One had a pylon for the Tri-borough Bridge directly in front of the entrance; one had a vast bathroom that was larger than the tiny bedroom. He and a friend visited one where you opened up the door from the street and stepped directly into the living room; there was no interior hallway, nothing. They knew right away they weren't going to take it, but to be polite, his friend asked the gruff Russian guy showing the place, "so what's the next step, do we need to give you a credit check, or...?" and the guy says, all dismissively, "No, no, no. If you want it, you can have it. If you don't want it, you can't have it."
That is wisdom for the ages, my friends. If you want it, you can have it. If you don't want it, you can't have it. It's as simple as that.