Today I’d like to talk about an interesting and often very dangerous aspect of dating in general; the sleepover. The sleepover is often elusive and often sought after, but then again sometimes it’s not. It’s also a very sensitive subject and a time frought with dating danger. What should you wear to bed? Will your partner want to cuddle, or will they retreat? Which side of the bed belongs to whom? What if someone snores, or farts, or hogs the covers? What about bed head and morning breath? It’s really a wonder we get there at all.

In my not-so-humble experience, the sleepover can be rare. I’m sure there are many variables that figure into this observation, of course. The types of people you choose to date, age range, etc. But let me just lay it out there as something I have been unable to get a whole lot of and consequently the thing I miss absolutely the most. I mean a good tumble is worth quite a bit of course. But the sleepover is solid gold for me.

Of course this comes about because last night, the elusive sleepover was mine. Zombie guy had asked me out earlier in the week and we decided on a movie for Thursday night. When it came down to the wire, he said he’d just meet me at my place. I was sure there was no sleepover goodness because it is that time and sleeping would really be the extent of our activities. After he got in the door last night and we took a break from the kissing hello, he asked if he could stay over. I promptly shared my dilemma. And he totally shrugged it off with a “So what?”. And so it was that he slept over last night.

Zombie guy is the best kind of sleepover there really is. He stays regardless of whether or not there is sexin’. He is flexible about the side of the bed, although he does have a preference so I gave a little for him this time. He doesn’t care who hogs the covers or ever mention the prescence or absence of weird bodily noises. And he cuddles. Oh my does he cuddle. If I am curled up against his back and change position, he will roll over to cuddle up against me just to maintain contact. He is pleasantly warm but not furnace-like, he nuzzles, and he makes happy little noises when I snuggle into him. And he never complains about things being too hot, too cold, too dark, too bright, too loud, or whatever else they might be. He just snuggles closer and falls back asleep.

This morning I went to work with a grin on my face and a glow that I’m sure will be misinterpreted. All we did was sleep. But damn, was it good.