Sleeping With A Guy
Truth: My first sleepover with a dude was very recently, and honestly? It was kind of terrifying and awkward.
For all of my teenage life, I had wondered what sleeping with a guy was really like. I mean, how did girls wake up in the morning and kiss their boyfriends without brushing their teeth first? The whole idea totally freaked me out. Sure, I wanted to spend the night cuddling with my high school boyfriend, but what if I snored? What if I talked in my sleep or, even worse, OMG, what if I DROOLED?
Luckily, my parents were super strict and wouldn’t let us alone for a night together our entire relationship, so I had nothing to worry about. And when we broke up, I just avoided it with other guys entirely. So, when I entered my first Adult Relationship and was asked to sleep over, I had years of pent up nerves and anxiety to deal with.
This guy and I had been on a few dates, and I was no where near ready to be seen looking like a hot mess in front of him. I am not one of those girls who wakes up with great hair and cute sleepy eyes (is anyone? Please say no). Since I’m practically blind, I wear glasses at night, which he hadn’t seen me in yet. According to friends, I snore; and I usually lay in one position all night long, leaving me with very attractive red spots on random parts of my body, usually my cheek.
But when he asked me to sleepover, I knew I couldn’t keep running away from my fear. Plus, I was totally into him! So I took a deep breath, said yes, and acted like it was no big deal. Like, duh, I sleep at guy’s houses all the time. I’m a pro.
Once we were ready to go to bed, I attempted to fall asleep, and obviously that didn’t happen. I refused to wear my glasses, and I’m pretty sure I woke up a minimum of 80 times, all while my dude slept peacefully beside me. It was pathetic.
At 7 AM, I made a trip to the bathroom. Remember that scene in Bridesmaids where Kristen Wiig’s character wakes up and does her makeup, then pretends to have just woken up looking perfect? Yeah, that was me. I touched up my makeup, getting rid of any evidence of dark under-eye circles and smeared mascara. I gargled about six cups of mouthwash, brushed my hair and even put a little lipgloss on! Oh, and since I had slept with my contacts on, I had to change them because my eyes were literally burning out of my skull. I mean, really.
But in the morning, I realized that this guy didn’t seem to care about how “perfect” I looked. He opened his eyes, smiled a huge smile and kissed me. He didn’t care about his morning breath or the fact that his hair was all rumpled. He obviously hadn’t woken up at the crack of dawn to prepare himself for the morning.
Honestly, it took a while for that revelation to change things. I have to admit that I did that stupid little routine for at least five months after that first night. But finally, I started feeling more comfortable and actually sleeping. And, hey, I might still wake up and down half a bottle of mouthwash, but at least I’m not destroying my eyes or skin anymore by sleeping in contacts and makeup. It’s progress.
Was your first time sleeping with a guy this awkward? Tell us in the comments!
Sleeping With A guy