The Overnight Guest

Last Thursday I met some friends for a glass of wine after work and got home at about 9:30 p.m. I had a missed call from the Boytoy so I gave him a buzz. He'd had a court date that morning and wanted to tell me what happened. We chatted briefly and then he asked me if he could come over and crash on my couch because he had a meeting in downtown the next morning. I was a bit surprised but said sure! Come on over. Since he lives a half hour away, I figured I had plenty of time to tidy up the house and change out of my work suit. But no, the doorbell rang 5 minutes later! Sure enough, there he was - looking a bit sheepish. He said "I know this seems creepy - sorry." He'd been playing basketball only a few minutes away from my house and had his friend drop me off. He said he had been planning to stay at his friend's, but that his friend's girlfriend was mourning a death in the family and it was bad timing. Hmmm.

He took a shower - he had just played b-ball, after all. In that time, I went into my room and threw a bunch of crap into the closet and changed out of my work clothes. I went downstairs to relax on the couch. He joined me when he finished his shower. We talked for a while and things were getting a little flirtatious. Eventually we went upstairs to my room. He tried to sleep on the couch but I wouldn't allow it. My bed is so much more comfortable! I was just being a good hostess. Anyway...we hung out in my room for a while, and then he was falling asleep and it turns out he snores SO loudly! I couldn't handle it so I grabbed a pillow and headed downstairs. I'm not sure I've ever slept on my own couch. It wasn't that comfy, but I am sure I got more sleep than I would have if I'd stayed in my room.

In the morning I snuck into my room, and into my bed. He was cuddly, it was cute. I got ready for work and he got dressed. We left the house together and took light rail into downtown. How romantic...oh yeah. He walked me into my office building and gave me a hug goodbye.

Moral of the story? I love being single...having a hot 25 year old guy come over and spend the night in the middle of the week, totally unexpectedly. Even if it meant I couldn't sleep in my own bed. Good enough that I knew there was a gorgeous naked guy in my bed. Life is good.

Oh - he somehow knows I have a blog and he was asking me if I was going to write about him. I assured him that I'd change his name and that no, he could NOT have the URL :)