My husband and I met at a friend's house and both ended up staying the night. The friend went up to his room, my husband set up the pull out couch for me to lay on... and then went to go sleep on the recliner. It was fucking adorable and I'm pretty sure that right there was the moment I decided he needed to be mine. I laughed at him and told him he needed to get his ass over to the bed because there was no way we weren't going to at least cuddle after making eyes at each other for 6 hours straight, lol.

Respect is fucking hot. I don't understand guys who don't get that, or women who don't think the same way.