Falling asleep - Dating rule #6

I had a college experience I'll never forget.

One evening during summer school, I was on the sofa with a guy I had been out with a couple of times. I had spent the entire day moving and was exhausted. You know those long smooch sessions that don't end? Well, I dozed off right in the middle of one. I have no idea if it was two seconds or two minutes, but it didn't phase him. I'll never forget it. I'll also not forget what a bad kisser he was, so I'm not sure if I fell asleep from exhaustion or boredom.

We didn't go out again, which leads to dating rule #6 - falling asleep can be a deal breaker.

Over the weekend I had another experience I know I won't forget. It was with the new guy, the guy I think is one of the good ones. We each went out with our own friends Saturday evening, and then he and his friend who lives in my neighborhood met up with my friends and me later at a bar down the street. We had a couple of drinks there, ended up at a friend's apartment for a little after party and then at his friend's townhouse.

It turned out his friend hadn't slept at all the night before, so he grabbed some food and his dog and threw blankets over us. "Y'all have fun," he said and disappeared upstairs.

I'm not sure my guy had that much sleep either. We kissed for a while then took each other's clothes off and got cozy on the big, black leather sofa. That's when it happened. I heard snoring. While I was inside of him.

After the initial shock, I was horrified. I stood and looked at his naked body for a moment listening to him snore. Then I put my clothes on and bundled up in my coat for the short walk home in the below freezing, middle-of-the-night temperatures. I did throw a blanket over him before I left.

My phone woke me up mid morning Sunday. It was him. "Can I come over?" he asked.

I had to know what would happen. "Okay," I said, and in five minutes he knocked on my door.

He apologized about five different ways for falling asleep on me.

"It happens," I said. "You were tired."

He apologized again, but I had to know if he realized the rest. "Something happened that was a first. You fell asleep while you were inside of me."

This time he was speechless. His eyes were huge, and then his face changed to look skeptical.

"I couldn't make that up," I said.

He believed me and made up for it that morning.  

Over drinks last night he brought it up again. My words made an impression. He repeated exactly what I told him about being a first for me, then he apologized again.

Si i told him more. "What was fascinating is that you were still hard."

He was speechless. Again. But this time, I think I saw a bit of male pride. It proves to me that the brain and cock operate completely separate.

I think we'll continue being friends. Lovers. For now at least. Whatever our label is or isn't, I know he won't forget me or what happened either. This time, falling asleep wasn't a deal breaker, but if it happens again . . .

Love to the single girls,
Addison


P.S. Only a really good friend would let me in her apartment on the walk home in the middle of that night, and then sit on the floor together listening to my horrifying story without laughing until almost five o'clock in the morning.  xx