We’ll call him Earl…

So my ex-brother-in-law got laid off about a month ago (FUCK YOU GEORGE BUSH) and has moved in with me for about a month or two. We’ll call him Earl.

The second night he was living with me, I was sick as all hell (this wasn’t long after I returned from San Fran) and I had walked to the kitchen to get a drink. As it was late, I was trying to be quiet and not wake him (we have converted my dining room into a makeshift bedroom for Earl). Obviously I wasn’t quiet enough when Earl said, “Everything alright, man?”

“No, sorry to wake you. I’m just getting a drink. I’m sick.”

“Can’t sleep?” He asked.

“No.”

“Want me to come upstairs and be big spoon?”

“WTF? NO!”

“Okay, man. You need anything, you let me know,” Earl said, laughing.

Never a dull moment in my life.

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You so should have said yes.

Ace
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Earl’s back?

But not on the nice couch?

K'
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Deep down you know that you wanted to be the little spoon … What kept you from saying yes?

Stewie
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Snooze, he’s like me. If I had said yes, he would have jumped out of bed and chased me upstairs. 😡

Ace, yes and no. 😀

K’, the fact that I don’t want a man cuddling with me kept me from saying yes. It was surprisingly easy. I think I even said the answer before I digested the question.