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I wasn’t planning on anything, I swear it. We had been out drinking all night and I was being the dutiful wing man. If that meant we ended up back at my girlfriend’s crush’s house playing pool with his friend, so be it.

Jodie pulled me aside, “So….you two seem to be hitting it off….and we’re thinking of going to bed soon….”I shook my head. “He’s sweet, yes, but there’s no chemistry there,” I insisted. “But I’ll just go sleep on the couch. Wake me up in the morning.”

So, I lied down on the couch and got uncomfortable, knowing that my girlfriend would thank me later.

“I brought you a pillow and a blanket,” he said, arms outstretched with a peace offering and looking paternal, completely prepared to tuck me in. “But I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

I reluctantly agreed, but not before adamantly insisting that, “This will be purely Disney, a G-rated night. No PG-13 action, we’re just going to sleep.”

I held strong to this rule for about an hour while we just talked, and I discovered I had judged him a little quickly. He was younger than me (-1), but so was the last guy I dated and really liked (back to even). We grew up in the same town and went to the same public high school (-1/2, because I like broader horizons), but he went to a University in the South away from all his friends (+3). And, despite having been out in a trashy bowling area bar with his friends when I met him (um, won’t qualify this because I was there, too, but negative) he talked about an experimental theater company he had gone to with friends the previous week (+10).

So, when he suggested, “You know, you could just turn over and kiss me before you go to sleep,” I gave in.

I should have known, Disney always ends up a little dirty.

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