Bedside table

I can always tell who is laying on my left side by taking a quick glance to the right. It's all about the cup. Heavy glass Deskey with the glucose design? Landon. Black and red mug? Michael. Half empty whiskey glass? Andy. It saves a lot of awkward moments of confusion. Just make sure to wake up to the right, check the cup, roll over and with a flirty, sleep in my voice smile, "Morning (name here)." Follow up with an ironic, "How'd you sleep?"

Each cup says a lot about each boy.

Andy and his whiskey. Just imagine what kind of guy wastes that much alcohol every time he's with me. It's not like he gargles the remainder of his nightcap in the morning. And let me just say, Andy isn't cheap.

Michael using a mug. Who knows what that says. He's a little simplier maybe, but I'm biased, I know. Hearty, perhaps.

Deskey. Oh, Deskey. How modern of him. Does it help that it's only water and that he reaches over me to sip while he thinks I'm sleeping. I need this boy as much as he needs me. Which isn't really very much on either side.

So, the leason? Always look right first, things will be much less awkward if you fill in with the right name.