Driving down 24 the other night, I had two sounds filling my car: Rolling Stones on Sirius and deep, rhythmic snoring from the male in my passenger seat. I had one thought in my head: It seems I am Nytol to men.
A few months ago, I was out with a guy and as the night wound down, we decided to head back to his place. After some flirting and post-alcohol scarfing, we went upstairs. After turning off the lights and cuddling up, I was anticipating a little something. Instead, I got a lot of nothing. I heard his breath come and go in controlled pacing and knew my evening was done. Waking up in a strange bed at 730a without a good story to go along with it is just a waste of time.
To be fair, he'd been sick and just gotten home from a month on the road. I can give a pass, chalk it up to circumstances beyond my control.
However, two months later, I find myself with a different gentleman who also falls asleep on me. This is not an anomaly - its an outbreak, hopefully contained before it reaches epidemic status.
The most disturbing factor in the latter occurrence is that I was the one who had been drinking Absinthe. And Jagermeister. And beer. After an evening of such liquors joining forces in my bloodstream, how is it that I was the person awake? I joined him at the bar around 1030p, and we left sometime near three. We had discussed our *ahem* intentions prior to departure, and frankly, falling asleep was not part of the itinerary.
So while he sleeps soundly, cozy in the Mighty Shark as it navigates the slick roads of Nashville, my stomach is churning. Not from the aforementioned Absinthe, but from nerves. When we reach our destination, I will have to wake him up. From there, do I expect our plans to take shape? Or do I just watch him turn the truck on and give him a wave? Is he expecting me to make a move? Or will the previous conversation be attributed to drinking and never mentioned again?
Thankfully, he woke up. And I had to use the defroster to defog the windows before I could get back on the road...
Perhaps I'm not Nytol, just tryptophan. Much like turkey, it seems men need a nap between rounds.
03 April 2008
Another One Bites The Dust
Driving down 24 the other night, I had two sounds filling my car: Rolling Stones on Sirius and deep, rhythmic snoring from the male in my passenger seat. I had one thought in my head: It seems I am Nytol to men.
A few months ago, I was out with a guy and as the night wound down, we decided to head back to his place. After some flirting and post-alcohol scarfing, we went upstairs. After turning off the lights and cuddling up, I was anticipating a little something. Instead, I got a lot of nothing. I heard his breath come and go in controlled pacing and knew my evening was done. Waking up in a strange bed at 730a without a good story to go along with it is just a waste of time.
To be fair, he'd been sick and just gotten home from a month on the road. I can give a pass, chalk it up to circumstances beyond my control.
However, two months later, I find myself with a different gentleman who also falls asleep on me. This is not an anomaly - its an outbreak, hopefully contained before it reaches epidemic status.
The most disturbing factor in the latter occurrence is that I was the one who had been drinking Absinthe. And Jagermeister. And beer. After an evening of such liquors joining forces in my bloodstream, how is it that I was the person awake? I joined him at the bar around 1030p, and we left sometime near three. We had discussed our *ahem* intentions prior to departure, and frankly, falling asleep was not part of the itinerary.
So while he sleeps soundly, cozy in the Mighty Shark as it navigates the slick roads of Nashville, my stomach is churning. Not from the aforementioned Absinthe, but from nerves. When we reach our destination, I will have to wake him up. From there, do I expect our plans to take shape? Or do I just watch him turn the truck on and give him a wave? Is he expecting me to make a move? Or will the previous conversation be attributed to drinking and never mentioned again?
Thankfully, he woke up. And I had to use the defroster to defog the windows before I could get back on the road...
Perhaps I'm not Nytol, just tryptophan. Much like turkey, it seems men need a nap between rounds.
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