I told my fiance that I would go camping with him if there was HVAC.
He wasn’t having any section of this kind of camping.
He told myself and others that if there was a bed and HVAC, the two of us may as well go to a hotel. This sounded amazing to me, and I asked if I should call and make the reservation. He grumbled more than I thought he should, so I told him to go camping without me. I was gleeful to stay house while he went camping with his friends. I didn’t care if everyone else was section of a couple. I loved having HVAC, plumbing and electricity. I wasn’t an outdoors person, and he knew it when the two of us met. I grew up in the city, and I lived in a high-rise that overlooked the town square. I had never been camping, and vacationing was at a hotel near the beach, or in a luxury resort. He told myself and others I was spoiled, and I told him he needed a current girlfriend if he thought I was going to change. He stomped out, and I went to the lavatory to take a long hot bath. When he returned an hour later, I had my hair in a towel, and he smiled. He told myself and others he didn’t want myself and others to change, although he wanted myself and others to try camping just once. He had arranged for a surprise if I would go. If I didn’t care about it, he would not ask myself and others again. I got my first taste of glamping that weekend. I had HVAC and an actual bed, and it wasn’t too bad.