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.