Shari wrote:It has been a LONG time since I have dated. In my dating days I would not "sleep" with a man for fear I would kick him out of bed with my RLS or snort like a pig repeatedly all night. Having to wear a mask seems less embarrassing to me.
DANG IT ALL! Is THAT what my late husband had? RLS? I just thought it was deepseated anger. That man used to rabbit kick me out of bed repeatedly... At first, we just had his little double bed, and he was 6'4" and used to sleeping diagonally on it. I crawled in, and at some point in the night, I'd feel those Big Ol' Size 12's on my butt and BOOP! there I was, eating carpet.
I quickly moved upstairs to the spare room. He didn't much care for that. We compromised with a couple of twin beds we scrounged from his parents. They were different heights. We piled up blankets on the shorter one, to bring the mattress levels up to each other, and tied the legs of the beds together, and each kept to their own bed, and we met in the middle for mating rituals. Worked pretty well. But getting the REAL king size bed was heaven...
Oh well, he died of something completely different many years ago. RIP Cool Breeze! Be thankful you're not alive today, or I'd be forcing a mask on you!
LOL,
B.