I stayed out until 9:30 last night with my good friend, S, at our favorite Thai place. We were having a great time but both yawning so much we could hardly keep conversation. A fellow Army Wife, she goes to bed early too.
When LT Fromage and I met, he didn’t know I had such an early bed time (Of course, now he does too, and not because I made him. The Army makes him. Well, they make him get up long before 5AM, and really, that’s what makes him have an early bed time. Anyway...).
The first time we went out, he texted me at, oh, probably something like 7:30 or 8 to see if I wanted to go get a drink. I said sure, but I left out the part about needing to change out of my pajamas, put back on my makeup and “wake up”. See, I was actually turning off the light to go to bed when I got his message. When he said, “I’m eating with my family, I’ll be there after dinner. Say 9:30 or 10?” WFT? That was the middle of the night to me! Then I thought he was standing me up when I got there (but that's another story). Despite all that, we did go on another date.
And then this happened.
I fell asleep.
This is not to say that LT Fromage was a bad date. Or boring. Or I was having a lame time. Nope, I was just tired and it was past my bed time (of 8 o’clock) when we were watching Fever Pitch on my couch. Next thing I know, it’s morning and I’m waking up alone under my covers in last night’s blue jeans and sweater.
Poor LT Fromage said he tried to wake me, and when his multiple attempts failed (because I can sleep through anything, folks) he contemplated what to do next. Leave me on the couch? (Which actually would have been fine, I used to sleep on my couch more than my bed, but he had no idea. This was only our third date) No, that would be terrible. He carried me to my bedroom and weighed what to do next. He didn’t want to leave me in my uncomfortable daytime clothes, but if I woke up and found him rooting around in my dresser drawers, I would be P!$$ED. Ditto that for waking up to him removing my clothing. He made the decision to leave me as I was, pull a blanket over me up and lock up after himself.
And he totally asked me out again! Yeah! I know, right?
Besides on a 3rd date, other inconvenient times I’ve taken naps were: at a comedy show, at a concert and during a fire drill in college (where I was an RA, responsible for clearing my hall. Oops).