My boyfriend snores like a freight train, a chainsaw, a small orchestra of tone deaf banshees, nails on a chalkboard, a dying camel, and a prolapsed rubber duck, in that order. I'd have to be deaf or crazy to want to sleep cuddled up with him because then he'd be honking and trumpeting directly in my ear all night. I put my earplugs in and shuffle all the way to the other side of the bed, and if it's really bad I turn around and sleep with my head facing the foot end of the bed. Maybe that letter writer's boyfriend should develop a snoring habit.