In Bed With Strangers

I went to Seattle with several friends during long weekend. It was interesting cause I haven't been in a "duckling" tour for awhile. (note: Duckling tour mean a group of tourists blindly follow a leader to wherever he or she goes, sort of like a group of duckling following the mother.) One major thing I learnt from this trip is that if I ever get married, it has to be someone I loved. I know it is kind of a weird conclusion to draw from a Seattle trip. Let me explain. We stayed overnight in Seattle and there were 3 girls sharing a room with a king size bed and a sofa bed. I was sharing the king size bed with another girl. Hence, a whole night of tug of war of blanket began. And it didn't stop there. I am not used to sharing a bed with another person. So every time my foot touch something else, I woke up. And every time my friend turned, I woke up. You can imagine how cranky I was the next day (especially I can't make a stop at Starbucks to keep me a sane person ) . Now, imagine you spend your life with someone you don't love sharing your bed. I don't think I can stand that. I am not exactly a happy person if I got woke up in the middle of the night. And if it is going to happen every night, I would totally kick him off my bed! When I told my parents my theory, my mom laughed and said "You can always sleep in separate beds."