A man and his bed...

My fiance is one of the most intelligent men I have ever met and he has the PhD to prove it. I totally respect him, but every once in a while he reminds me that he is after all, just a man. The most recent of these moments is as follows:

On one of our phone dates, we were talking more seriously about our future life together, specifically our future home. I suggested we look at furniture when I visit in Jan. The Boy explained that we wouldn't need to because many apartments in Scotland come furnished, and, if we decided on one that wasn't, he is planning on taking the furniture in his room.

Me: So you want to keep all of your old furniture
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay, well what about a bed?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Even if the place comes with furniture, don't you think we should get our own bed?
Him: I already have a bed.
Me: Yeah, yeah.
Him: What? I've slept in my bed for years, it is a good bed.
Me: Yes, but you've slept in it alone. Where am I going to sleep?
Him: What do you mean? You'll sleep with me!
Me: Babe, you have a twin bed! Don't you think it would be good to get a bed that's bigger, for two people?

(I went on to explain that we were going to purchase a mattress that was big enough for us to both sleep on our backs at the same time- I am not about to spend the rest of my life trying to sleep in a crevice between the mattress and the wall.)

He seriously cracks me up. Life would be so dull without him.