Slumber Party

There exists a curious phenomenon amongst the dating populace: sleepovers. This is when someone says, I'm going to SLEEP over, but I'm not going to SLEEP with you. We are just going to SLEEP. Which of course, is absolute bullshit. At least one or more of you is going to toss and turn, having the slightly strange and annoying experience of having someone attractive (presumably) in the bed next to you, and with perhaps some dry humping and feverish groping between fits of dozing off, no one is getting any sleep, literal or figurative, whatsoever.
Why subject yourself to a severe case of blue balls and crankiness? And yet, most of us have done it. I've done it. No, I don't know why.
Some people have said that to sleep (perchance, to dream) with someone is more intimate than having sex with someone because you are so vulnerable. I would assume that these are the people that suck their thumb, wet the bed or sleepwalk their way to the fridge and eat 3 sticks of butter. At any rate, perhaps the best bed partner is the one that you 'cuddle with' for 4 minutes, then turn off and stick back in the drawer.