Tonight I asked Sophia if she wanted me to come to New York for a visit. She said… uh, no. I would be too much of a distraction. They’re already shooting the film and she’s insanely busy.
She’s probably right. I am a distracting person. I’m very needy. I’m lonely and miserable. But I just want what everyone wants — someone to share a bed with.
But wait. I completely forgot — I have YOU, my dear blog reader.
Will you share YOUR bed with me?
That’s right. You can share your bed with me by emailing me a photo of YOUR BED. I will post it later in the week.
Here is an example — the bed of the generous Two Roads at Lindbergh’s Crossing:
If enough people share their beds with me, I think I will be sufficiently satisfied until Sophia’s return.
Men, I don’t mind if you share your bed with me, also — but we’re just going to spoon, OK? (it also might be a good way for the chicks to check out your bedroom, if you get my drift — so make the bed first)
Update, Monday morning, after reading the comments: You women are so picky about what your “Neilochka” must look like, I might just hang out in the guys’ beds. They’ll sleep with anyone.
Update: Both Rhea and DaveG pointed me to a New York Times article today titled, “People Who Share a Bed, and the Things They Say About It,” which only goes to show that bed-sharing is the hippest thing in town!
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