Well, it's Wednesday night, and you know what that means...

I'm so very happy to have a single, but not for the reason you're probably thinking about. The fact is, if my current suitemate was my roomate, I'd be sexiled on a regular basis. As it is, the slim sliding doors that separate our rooms do little to shield me from the glaring discrepancies in our respective sex lives. That is to say...she has one, I don't.
I suppose there are upsides to this. For one, I get a standard-issue "Twin Extra Long" college mattress all to myself. I can't understand how two people could possibly sleep comfortably in one of those things. I haven't experienced it or seen it happen, but I've heard from many sources, a.k.a. lucky bastards, that it's been done. If hell freezes over and I'm faced with that kind of situation...well, I'm short enough that my date could probably curl up comfortably at the foot of the bed. After all, it's extra long.
My guess is, sometime in the '50s, colleges instigated official "Twin Extra Long Beds Only" policies to keep students' raging hormones in check, the reasoning being "if you can't sleep on it, you won't screw on it." Somebody clearly underestimated college students' willingness to risk back problems and sleep disorders in exchange for a chance at the contents of each other's pants. And by "each other's," I obviously mean "everyone else's but mine."
Ah, well. At least I can sublimate all that energy that I would be using up on sex and a relationship to study harder for my classes. Um...make that, "stay on top of my busy schedule." Actually, make that "knit a scarf."
But it's a damn good scarf.