Boyfriend in a coma, I know, I know, it’s serious. There are times when I could have murdered him… for watching TV in bed! I can’t help thinking of The Smiths whenever I see a man passed out in front of a television set.
When I was growing up my dad would fall asleep in front of the TV every night. He would stir around midnight and head upstairs to the master bedroom in a foggy haze. This is how I associate men and TV. I have yet to meet a man who doesn’t doze off the minute a TV is turned on at night. During the day, they can stay glued to it for hours if there’s a sporting event on—though, they do tend to nod off watching golf. At night, it’s like a visual source of Ambien. It’s the equivalent to me opening a book after 9pm—one paragraph in and I’m comatose—which is why I don’t read in bed. I never actually turn a page.
Before I moved into my current home, there was a flat screen TV on the bedroom wall. Obviously, a man lived there.