What Gives Me the Chills: "Cuddling While Sleeping"
From my experience, most women love cuddling while sleeping, but thankfully only a few get upset if their guy gently says no. Of course, some men enjoy the little croissant-big croissant hand-holding and spooning and can actually fall asleep that way—but I’m not one of them. I just can’t relax physically when I’m in contact with someone else, no matter how much love is burning in my heart.
If I remember right, I managed to fall asleep like that once with my then-girlfriend, about 15 years ago—but only because I was so drunk I could’ve fallen asleep on freshly spilled magma. Poor girl was thrilled by that night, found our intertwined sleep so intimate that she begged to repeat it for weeks. Spoiler: it never happened...
Honestly, I don’t know why. It probably has to do with the fact that I’m a Gemini (an air sign), which means I have a bigger need for personal space and freedom than most. The bottom line: before sleep, you can do anything—chat, high-five, wrestle, cuddle—but when it’s time to crash, everyone should retreat to their own side of the bed. Good night!
The “Trashy Soap Opera” Watcher
Luckily, I never dated this type, but around the turn of the millennium, several of my friends did. They awaited the latest episode like desert nomads await rain.
When the “show” started, they dropped everything, and of course, the poor guy had to be there too—to discuss the latest drama: XY just cheated on ZQ, so QV robbed a bank and fled the country.
The worst part was when one of my buddies got brainwashed and started loving this awful show himself. I almost strangled him over a beer when he tried to convince me to watch this nonsense.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching movies from bed too, and I do watch series—but the quality of these is light years ahead of cheesy Hungarian soaps and other brain-draining dramas. I warmly recommend shows like True Detective, Hannibal, Game of Thrones, and Black Sails.
Why Do Women Always Get Deep Right Before Bed?
Unlike most macho guys, I have no problem with deep talks. I can listen and happily share my feelings and thoughts with my wife—but not necessarily when I’m dead tired and collapsing into bed after a long day.
I know that in most families—especially where kids are involved—this is the only time for meaningful conversations, because there’s no time otherwise. But by then, my brain is already below frog-bottom level, so I have to put huge energy into paying proper attention to Enikő’s words and even respond thoughtfully.
Plus, it’s a catch-22 because this is when relationship issues and parenting challenges come up—already sensitive topics, especially when you can barely keep your eyes open. And of course, we talk about these things to find solutions, though most of the time the guy should just listen to his partner’s monologue. But I can’t keep quiet—I share my opinions.
Sometimes, this leads to arguments, and just like that, peaceful, restful sleep is out the window...
