Chris will never admit he is tired. A night of no sleep will catch up. He falls asleep on my couch. Yep, we are at my place, (while the folks are away, hehehe) because the central air is back up and running. I can always tell when he is tired, because he gets all physical and acts... well, sweet, although I would never say that to him out loud. He sees it somehow as a failure if he falls asleep before I do. Like it's a contest or something.
So last night I drag him off to bed after nudging him awake. Of course he was not really sleeping, just closing his eyes for a second. Dude, you've been snoring for over an hour. Why is it so hard to admit you were sleeping? We all need sleep. Man I can crash out on him for freaking hours and it doesn't bother me. Why does it seem like bigger men have such egos they gotta feed?