Sometimes, romance is a new air conditioner.
After a brutal summer with a subpar air conditioner in our bedroom, it was clear that our air conditioner had reached it’s end of days. While in many ways I am tough as nails, a little known secret about me is that you can defeat me purely with a temperature change. I despise being hot or being cold. There is a sliver of self approved temperatures I can be comfortable in, but anything too hot or too cold makes me really uncomfortable. I start to think I feel hot, and from there is sort of spirals in an OCD way to being all I can pretty much focus on. Many a night my husband laid on the bed next to me and heard me comment “It feels really warm in here. The AC is on. It’s just so hot in here!” Now I’m sure y’all might that what happened next might be because he got tired of me constantly feeling too hot and commenting on it, but I’m going to be the everloving optimist and say it happened out of love and romance. Ok, maybe a little bit of the tired of me commenting on it part may have been a SLIGHT factor.
Saturday night I asked him what he wanted to do yesterday, since we were both off work. He responded “I think we should go get a new air conditioner”.
WOOHOO! My joy was palpable.
Romance is not dead. To a woman who likes to be comfortable temperature wise, these words fell on me like a soft down feather comforter in winter (with just the right amount of feathers, and not too hot of a comforter, mind you).
Off we set yesterday, on a hunt to find an air conditioner. It’s common in the northeast to use window air conditioners to cool homes. Trust, I’d love to be a central air girl but it’s just not in the cards. Apparently it is also so common in the NE to have an AC unit that there were none around. Well, unless you wanted an $850 unit that will cool your whole house that is. We needed something much smaller and compact. After hitting multiple stores in multiple towns, we found one. I can’t explain the glee I felt as he loaded it into the car. Nighttime comfort!
Romance isn’t all grand gestures.
Romance is working from home and finding a surprise iced coffee in the fridge he got from Dunkin while dropping the kids off.
Romance is texting me obscure movie clips or jokes because they are part of a private joke between the two of us.
Romance is driving by each other in two different cars and giving each other the middle finger at exactly the same time and then laughing the rest of the way home.
Romance is the little things.
I froze my ass off last night.
Romance is not mentioning that we were a little too exuberant with the AC.