I roomed with a girl in college. We were good friends. One day, one weekend, my mother was talking about how you knew you were in love.

Who do you want to wake up and have breakfast with?

Who do you want to spend your afternoon with?

When you go to bed at night who do you want beside you?

When you are sick who do you want to take care of you?

My roommate, she fit all of the above questions. I went back to college, and I went to her room and asked her if I could sleep with her, because every night I went to sleep I wanted her to be beside me. I told her I wanted to wake up with her. I told her I wanted her to take care of me.

Sex came later. But that night we slept together.