December 20, 2009

Things In His House That Make Me Sad: His Futon "Sofa" From Ikea

Whenever I walk into a guy's house and I see a futon, I let out a little whimper. I don't care how many pillows he tosses on the thing or how many blankets he drapes over the back, that uncomfortable piece of furniture will never be a couch. It's not even in the couch family. It's like a couch's second cousin's half-brother's roommate. I'm pretty sure they're not even friends. If the couch got married to a sofa, the futon wouldn't even be on the invite list.

For one thing, we can't lie down on it comfortably together. I mean, it's kind of hard to be relaxed with a huge metal pipe digging into my back. The pillows always slip through the arm railing thingy so we slide down like angel hair pasta through a colander. I hate that metal arm bar. Why didn't they make that out of something--oh, I don't know--soft? That one tweak would improve our time in his living room immensely.

I think a half-deflated air mattress has more cushioning than this "mattress." It's all lumpy from years of flopping around and it has weird stains on it that I don't that I don't even want to get into. GOD FORBID if we ever got in a tickle fight and I somehow landed facedown on the fabric. I would do everything in my power not to inhale because I know it will smell like pepperoni meets sweatpant crotch. *shudder*

This futon has got to go. It's basically like trying to watch a movie while lounging on a barbecue grill with a cloth napkin on it. And, that just makes me sad.


dani said...

shit, i am guilty of that. i had one in my apartment! THOUGH it had squishy arm rests....that my cat enjoyed clawing apart. sigh..haha

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