Sleep buddies

Everyone has probably experienced this in some form or another – after a night out on the town, you drop dead on a friend's bed, and wake up dazed and confused the next day. It usually happens to 20-year-olds, but it could just as well happen to someone who is compensating for a lost childhood.

Actually, it could happen quite frequently.

No sexy dancing

We were actually very decent. Honestly, I sleep with sweatpants, and don't really dance around all sexy under the sheets. To sum it up, I'm not some seductive femme-fatale. We were both under separate blankets, with jeans and copper boards in between us. We're good friends and decent human beings. We never really divert from friendship's reasonable bounds, just because of a passing horny sensation.

As you well know, there is a fine line between intimacy among friends and romance. That's why falling asleep together requires a heightened moral sense, or just being plain old and experienced enough to remain as calm in the situation I faced.

While I was at this tranquil spot, it just so happens that I wondered why not hug, I mean, if we're already together. I figured there was no rational reason why not to, and in typical fashion, six seconds after the thought crossed my mind, I said: "say, who you have to blow around here to get a hug?" (Yeah, I'm crude even when I'm asleep).

The poor fellow opened his eyes and asked in shock: "what?!", and I answered, "well, just hug me." I turned around, grabbed his arm, which was heavy as cement, and wrapped it around me. That's the way it goes, in hard times – even a forced hug will do.

Sleep buddy

It was just great, because that nightly hug is what I miss the most when I am alone, and also because it felt so natural and comfortable. And so, everyone (and I mean everyone who got a detailed report the next day, to lower the risk of making it an embarrassing moment) admitted whole-heartedly – it's weird.

And well, I've got just one thing to say in response: So what?! So what if it's weird?

You're right, it might be considered as trespassing over the rules and regulations of a friendship. But, if it's alright with all relevant parties, after several similar nights, it's pretty clear that the whole thing takes place in a clean and affectionate manner.

And since the danger of sex doesn't overshadow the issue, then what's the problem? I'll tell you what, not only there is no problem, but in my opinion, we're onto an excellent concept that's perfect for us members of the emotional 'help-me' club.

I mean those that cannot be in a relationship, but feel the absence of the docile, good and familiar physical warmth. So, I hereby announce the new alternative version of the sub-relational family – "the sleep buddy."

No sex, no hurt

Some would say that common sense demands falling asleep be limited to the classical monogamous model. But hey, if there is such a thing as "friends with benefits" – a reasonable arrangement for people who want noncommittal sex that is not completely estranged, then why not sleep and a hug?

No one gets hurt, it's cute, pure, full of tenderness, and devoid of sex – which is hard enough to believe, since I am so attractive.

But here you go – no sex, no emotional mess and no misunderstanding. And if someone is horny, he or she just solves the issue, as required, with other people with whom he or she couldn't care less messing up their relationship.