The Man-Made Bed

One night I was out in the meatpacking district and I met this sexy Greek architect.  After a few dinner dates, the architect invited me out to his place in Brooklyn.  When I got to his very trendy, 1-bedroom apartment, we opened a bottle of wine and started making out.  Our make-out session traveled to his bedroom when I stopped to notice his lofted bed.

The frame was made out of wooden 2-by-4s.  The architect commented that he made his own bed. In my head I thought, “Wow, what a smart and handy man…he crafted his bed with his own two hands and created so much storage space under his bed.”

We began doing the deed, but, but I was the only person on the bed.  I looked up from the edge of the bed, and the architect was standing on the floor as we were having sex. That’s when it hit me- he made his bed at the perfect height: just below his waist.  He even measured in the height of the mattress!  Just to make sure, I checked under the bed…there was nothing, no storage.

I was a little freaked out but went along with everything.  A few days later the architect called me to tell me that he was going to be in Greece visiting his family for a few weeks.  Perfect timing, I haven’t spoken to him since.

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