Last night, I had a newish squeeze over for a movie. I succumbed to a frantic week, and passed out about 20 minutes in. I woke to the credits, and a large hand pinching my thigh.
"Hmf," I said, in my best imitation of myself from Jr. High, "Can't I just sleep here?"
"You can sleep wherever you want," he said. "I'm gonna go get naked and get in your bed."
And that, boys, is how you convince a lady.