Remember when you were young, and everything was romantic? You'd do anything to sleep next to your latest Love Of My Life. Camping? Romantic all the way. Snuggling together, sharing a sleeping bag, giggling at your cold noses. A single bed in a dorm room was plenty big for the two of you. The first major all-night sleepover, you found it sweet that he curled all the blankets around his kissable face. He adored the fact that you liked to sleep on his pillow with him. If you kept getting woken up by the strange new legs in the bed, it was no problem. After all, sleep is so highly overrated!
My, how things change. Now, camping sounds like torture. You only have room in the tent for one person to be comfortable, so you sleep in shifts. Your nose, feet, and everything in between is cold. A single bed means one of you is sleeping on the floor. You find yourself wishing he'd wrap the blankets a little tighter around his face so maybe the stench of his breath will suffocate him. He rips the pillow out from under your head, snarling as he rolls over. Your legs are covered in stubble, and his toenails could cut stone. Waking each other up at night is something that only happens in cases of extreme emergency, like a puke covered child has wandered in the room.
Maybe this is why the TV shows used to keep the married couples in separate beds. It wasn't to avoid offending anyone. It was because the audience would never believe that those people could be so syrupy sweet to each other all day if they had to spend all night together, too.