Last night, my roommate’s boyfriend was over at the apartment. It was dinner time. She was wearing her baggy pajama pants, her hair unkempt, her face make-up free. I noticed how little she seemed to care about her appearance while in his presence, and I’m not necessarily saying that’s a bad thing. She just seemed so comfortable, and so….indifferent.

And then it got me thinking about myself. I came up with a theory: You can tell if you love some one by how you act in the morning when you’re both in bed.

When we sleep over a guy’s place for the first time, we wake up next to him, hopefully giving ourselves a high five and doing a DJ Tanner, “Yes!” (you know, when she pulls her leg up and clenches her fist with a celebretory “yes!” if she gets away with some kind of shenanigan or something). We are wearing our cutest underwear, just in case of a little morning mess-around session. Read More »