So the past few days were the first days in months where the summer heat broke and the first taste of fall appeared on the horizon. We're talking nice 70 degree weather with a slight breeze. It’s been absolutely heavenly. With temperatures soaring into the 90s the past few weeks, it was particularly miserable, so I am seriously loving life and already imagining scenarios in which I could possibly wear a hoodie at night. Did I mention that I love the fall?
However, I’ve had no fewer than three girls at work tell me they think it’s too cold and that they miss the heat.
Now, of course, all of these girls are unavailable anyway, but--hypothetically speaking--if they were potential dating partners, I’d have to go out on a limb and say that this temperature discrepancy thing is a total bonerkiller.
It’s not like my other dealbreakers, where it has to do with personality or character; this is purely biological. For some reason, they’re comfortable at a temperature that makes me absolutely miserable. Think of all the logistical nightmares that could cause: I’ve got the air-conditioning on full blast and they’re sitting in the passenger seat shivering and wanting to die. Or, god help me, the opposite scenario where I’m sweating and miserable in a hot car and they don’t even notice.
This is perhaps most evident when I tell people I’m traveling to Iceland in the fall. People with the higher internal thermostat look at me like I’m a little crazy. “Aren’t you going to be freezing?” they ask. And I want to reply, “EXACTLY.”
The idea of a vacation where I sit on a beach all day does sound fun, but I had better have an ice-cold drink in hand and I am going to be taking regular trips to the ocean to cool down. Otherwise, it's a no-go.
To all the girls with the higher internal thermostats, I’m afraid it’s just not going to happen. Your aversion to autumn is a bonerkiller. Unless you love wearing sweaters, then maybe we could work something out.