In general, I do not feel that sleeping (and for once, I am being literal here) with friends is a terrible thing. When you are lonely or despondent or sad or just plain drunk, having someone -- anyone! -- to cuddle with sure beats the unappealing prospect of passing out alone. Sure, the comfort that such cuddling affords is temporary at best, but who cares? No one thinks for the future these days. It's all about instant pleasure, instant results, here and now and fast.

And that is what happened last night. Inevitably, a screening of my 'Office Space' DVD coupled with a soon-to-be-emptied jug of sangria lead to feelings of misery and despair among the group. We are attractive! We are smart! We always have a supply of alcohol and cult-film DVDs! Then why the hell are we SINGLE?!

Far too drunk to wax philosophical regarding the matter, I opted instead to disrobe in front of my friends and climb into bed. It was then that he climbed into bed with me. He is cute. I'm pretty sure he has a crush on me. And we are just friends. But at the moment, all I needed was someone to put my arm around, and it was perfect.

I don't think there is anything necessarily wrong about that. Is there?