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Originally posted by: Vich
Originally posted by: funkymatt
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
but her feet are ice cold!! :laugh:
Aint that the truth
is the couch available?Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
Originally posted by: Queasy
I wish I could sleep with my spouse. Right now I sleep with my spouse and two kids!
They both start in their own beds but eventually end up in ours more often than not.
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
Originally posted by: iRONic
Ugh! My wife snores like a drunken sailor too. If I can fall asleep before she does I'm usually good to go as I'm a heavy sleeer. If not, she hits the couch.
Originally posted by: LordMaul
The similar replies to his original post on this topic remind me of the Office Space, "Mmm, yeah, I know what you mean." re: Ann cheating on him.![]()
Originally posted by: CVSiN
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
California King FTW!
dont have any of these problems when your girl is sleeping on the other side of a matress so big its got its own zipcode...
and man your wife snores... thats kinda weird.... none of my SOs have ever snored LOL..
Originally posted by: crustyoldman
My only gripe is that my SO rattles the damn windows with her incessant snoring, the cold feet and high body temp doesn't bother me one bit.
Originally posted by: dmcowen674
Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.
First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.
All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???
Jeesh, time for a new wife. forget that one.
Originally posted by: Aquila76
Solution:
1. Eat baked beans, broccoli, and crab cakes 20 minutes before bed.
2. Pull covers over her head.
3. Yell, "INCOMING!!!" and release the maelstrom from your bowels.
4. Profit!
!!!WARNING!!! Do NOT smoke in bed while attempting this.
Originally posted by: DaShen
Originally posted by: dullard
You may think that sleeping with your spouse overrated. But you've never felt the other side of the story.
I'm a person who really craves physical touch - hand holds, hugs, cuddles, etc. Ever since I can remember I've wanted to sleep in spoon position with a woman. I had an 11 year realtionship (6 married) in which I never once had slept cuddling her. Even on the Honeymoon she needed a 5 foot long body pillow AND a quilted blanket between us at all times when sleeping. It just eats and eats at you that you can't cuddle while sleeping. And it really kills any chance at middle of the night or early morning sex.
Just last weekend I finally slept in the spoon position with my GF. It was the most heavenly thing I've ever done. Skin on skin, arms and legs tangled. All night long. Sure my arm fell asleep 3 hours before I could. Sure I was a bit hot at times. But it was pure joy. Instant intimacy the instant we woke up too. That never happened with the ex and the layers of pillows/sheets/blankets between us. I can't wait for the weekend to try it again!
Don't bash it, you may one day lose it and regret it.
Then one of you farts, and the moment ends.![]()
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Originally posted by: Pablo
Originally posted by: Queasy
I wish I could sleep with my spouse. Right now I sleep with my spouse and two kids!
They both start in their own beds but eventually end up in ours more often than not.
Send those kids to their own bed. That's just not right.
