My dad nearly had a heart attack when I brought a male friend (strictly platonic, still is) over to watch a movie and hang out...with a bunch of other people.

I never asked. By the time I had male friends, I was far more interested in actually sleeping rather than having sleepovers. It probably wouldn't have been allowed anyway.

Hypothetically, I'd be fine with separate-bedroom sleepovers. Same bedroom...iffy.