I can sleep...

So, Monday, Prince Charming drove back home from Mexico... he'd left Huntington Beach at 4am to avoid traffic and he made it back by about 11ish. I called him at 12:30 thinking he'd still be on the road, but he was just getting ready to lay down for a nap... he asked me what time I got off work... and I told him 4:30. He said he'd talk to me then...

He called and we decided to go grab dinner at 7 and then rent a movie... we sat and he told me all about his ride to/in Mexico and all the cool people he met and the crazy stuff they did... I showed him some of his drunken text messages to me and we laughed... it was great.

We got to Blockbu$ter and when they went to pull up my account, I gave the jedi's last name (we share the account)... now the jedi happens to share his last name with a couple of famous actors... one of them a star of the show 24 and then of course his father... and the clerk at Blockbu$ter asked if I was related and I of course totally played along like I was... it's so funny... I'm so loud and outgoing and Prince Charming is Mr. Quite as a Mouse... he stood and just watched me... with a grin on his face... I was almost afraid that I was scaring him... not to sound crazy, but I swear there was a look of adoration as he watched me smile and flirt with these strangers....

Is there something to that? Can a shy, quiet guy be OK with a loud, flirty, larger than life redhead? hmmmm?

Anyway... we're back at my house... and we lay down to watch a movie, he pulls me close to him... and within minutes I fall asleep... OK, I have issues... as history would have it, when a guy is laying in the bed next to me, I don't sleep... I'll lay there, listen to him breath, or snore, sometimes I'll prop myself up on one elbow and watch his chest rise up & down or his nostrils flare... but I DON'T sleep...

The Jedi & I shared a bed 2-3 times a week from September to April years back, and even with him... if I wanted to sleep, I'd have to go out and sleep on the couch, or more often than not... I'd just get up after he was asleep and drive home to sleep in my own bed... the boyfriend before that... the basketball player... we just never clicked like that... in fact, the only time I can ever remember actually sleeping when a member of the opposite sex is sharing my bed, is when I've been so drunk I've literally passed out...

But Monday night... after a weekend of missing him, exchanging dozens of drunk text messages, and long ass conversations on the phone while he was driving... you would have thought that being in a bed next to him, I'd be doing EVERYTHING but sleep... but as we laid and watched the movie, he held my hand with his arms around me... I found myself burying my face in his side... and I slept...

I woke up as the credit's rolled and he got up to leave, as usual, he kissed me goodnight and I watched him drive away... the next day I apologized for crashing on him, and he answered "Don't feel bad about falling asleep, I don't mind."...

for the first time in my life, saying that I've found a guy I can sleep with... means something entirely different to me.