You'd have to be careful telling me that...unless you really wanted me to show up the next day at 10:55 with a warming tray full of scrambled eggs, home fries, and sausage, and a big ol' thermos of coffee.
Because I'm kind of funny that way. Anybody I'd want to stay overnight with me would already have to be someone I'd happily bring breakfast. =]
I was a mean single girl, when it came to schmucks hitting on me. I always preferred to be the hitter rather than the hitee.