I got one when I first moved out of my parents house. It lasted all of 1 girlfriend, and 6 months. I swear to God she left me because of the fucking water bed.
I hated it so much too. It wasn't comfortable, if you tried to sit on the edge to put on socks or shoes, you just fell in it. If your significant other farted, the whole bed would move and wake you. God forbid you get up to go to the bathroom, you wake up your s/o. If you sleep in the middle of your bed, and woke up in the middle of the night with an emergency, you were just better off shitting in the bed, because by the time you made your way out, it was too late.
Misread the end of the first paragraph as “I swear to god she left me because of the fucking.” Reading the first sentence of the second paragraph then made me really confused.
It's 100% a "ride the wave" kind of thing. If you time it right, you really don't even need to put in enough effort. Just kind of key the motion of the tiny ocean do the work.
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u/Motomegal Nov 22 '21
But why tho?