Bunk Beds

The possessions people have can tell you a lot about them. That is why the more time you spend with someone the more you learn about him or her just by observing their junk.

Now, for some of you it might take a while before you learn what type of bed someone has [and maybe it should take a while? Not sure…I am not really normal]. For instance, the first time I hung out with The Bouncer, he showed me around his place [seeing a guys apartment for the first time is also a scary experience…more on that later] and the tour included his bedroom [I think he had high hopes]. I don’t know why I offered this information, but upon seeing his room and noticing that he slept on two thick mattresses on the floor I offered up the little tidbit that I still sleep in bunk beds [I hear that’s normal until at least 43??].

Now, this is not such an issue for me - but when I tell other guys I randomly meet [most often not at Fuller] it is quite a shock. I have to remind myself that where they come from that would be quite a disturbance to their evening activities...if their roommate one bunk up overheard what was going on.

So I would like to take this opportunity to thank my beloved bunk beds for helping to keep me pure and steer away improper boys with impure intentions. And give a shout out to my wonderful bunkmate Liz, who has slept four feet above me these last three years. We’ve learned nothing good happens after 10; thanks for keeping me in check Lizzo.