To me, that's the feel of a great friendship -- casual, open, easy-breezy. I should say that I'm a person who tends not to lock doors in the first place. Meanwhile, Jack locks the door when he goes outside to mow the lawn. I can promise you that he has passed out exactly zero keys to his friends (we have no nearby family) and would never do so without having a talk with me first. That's just his style. He's very exacting about everything. I'll bet he'd hate it if a friend of his just popped over and let themselves in. Or worse, went through his closet to find something cute to wear.

How about you? Who has keys to your pad?