Few months back, this friend of mine came over on one of the weekends with his girlfriend. We went out, had dinner etc and came back to my place. Since it was getting pretty late, I offered them to stay over. I even offered them to use my bed (a very rare, privileged opportunity - I’m kind at heart you see) while I took the couch. They accepted and stayed over.
After about half an hour, while I was half asleep, my bedroom door hurled opened. Two of them emerged, hyper and hungry. Looked like they had just burned 2000 calories (each). They came out, announced to the empty space loudly that they were hungry and marched towards the kitchen. By the time they opened the fridge, took out the stuff and turned on the microwave, I was fully awake and pissed.
They carried on with whatever they were doing and finished eating. They ate every single edible/non-edible thing available in the fridge, including the chicken curry I had left in there to rot months ago, just to eventually have it turned into my own version of rat poison (Well, I also sorta wanted to test the scientific theory that mass doesn’t disappear on its own once left on a spot for long).
After eating, they announced (to the empty space, again, as they were completely irresponsive to whatever I barked during the whole episode) that they were going back to the bed.
Next day, after they left, I washed my bed sheets, pillow cases, and put my quilt under the sun for two days. I was even so loathed that I didn’t sleep in my bed for next whole week. Knowing that they had sex in my bed was a pretty disgusting feeling. Hey, if I’d be in same situation, I won’t use others’ bed, couch, or kitchen table (Well, recliner is a bit too irresistable and hence is excepted). It’s totally against unwritten (but existing) male territorial principles to violate other male’s sanctuary.
Nothing that I would mind their sleeping in the bed again but there is no gaurantee that they won’t have a repeat performance (all my friends are morons, they won’t listen to me even if I tell them bluntly).
What should I do? I don’t want to be rude and tell them to leave after midnight next time they come over but the alternative is equally unacceptable.
So whatcha guys say? (I know what you have in mind, johny - and the answer is NO!!!).