I have actually shared my bed a few times. Or I should say – shared A bed a few times. My current bed is in my loft and unless someone wants to sleep sandwiched between the wall and me on my twin mattress – which sounds sexy in theory but could be a bit uncomfortable when you need to unwind yourself from the tangle of sheets, me, and dog (who at 7.almost 8 pounds takes up the space of a grown adult!).

Let me just get this out of the way before I continue: I’m procrastinating. I’ve written a long over due email, I’ve taken a couple of phone calls on niteflirt – and my math book sits next to me on my bed laughing. Even though one test grade (the lowest) can be thrown out – I do not want this test to be the one that I have to toss. There are much harder chapters ahead of me and I’d like to save that option for later. Even though there is an option between A and F – in my black and white mind only an A exists. And so since that scares me (the thought I may not succeed and get an F – cuz remember B and C is not an option. lol!) I avoid and write a blog post. Lucky for you – not a good habit for me.

Before I got Jackson I knew that he would sleep in his crate at night. He was way too little and I was worried that I might kick him to his death to the floor below (and since I AM in a loft – it’s a long way down to the floor below me). I also had heard it was the best thing to potty train a dog. Doggies rarely pee in their crates since they consider it their bed. From the time that Jackson was 9 weeks old he learned to hold his little bladder until morning when he would unleash more pee than I thought a dog could hold minutes before I placed him on the grass. While I typically do not fault anyone for their fetishes – having been peed on by Jackson for the first few weeks I can honestly tell you that I don’t get the whole potty fetish thing really – but warm pee (minus the smell of urine) is a not so unpleasant sensation. Kinda like a shower (oops – I get it now!). But I digress. As usual. Jackson has always slept in his crate. He likes it in there. And I get a great nights sleep.

A few days ago I left Jackson alone on my bed next to me and turned off the light. The feel of Jackson tucked behind my knees was the most comfortable feeling in the world. The steady rise and fall of his little furry body kinda started to lull me to sleep a little bit, too. I started to relax. And I didn’t feel quite as lonesome. That’s really the thing about chicks if you really must know, guys. In the end we just kinda like the company and the steady fall and rise of the guy next to us. The sex ain’t bad, don’t get me wrong, but when my girlfriends tell me of boyfriend they have just broken up with – the things they most often tell me they miss more than anything is the steady rise and fall of – the person that fits just right and finds you perfect. That’s what I miss most of all. And pillow talk. And laughing. And the moment before you reach that place of no return. And the open mouth breathe into my mouth while telling me how good it is… *sigh*. Even with all of that – I miss the steady rise and fall of – the person that fits just right and finds you … perfect.

Thanks to those of you who tucked me in this past weekend. It sure feels nice to share my bed again.