I dated the cooling professional

On a cold Winter night, I got a knock at my door.

I knew who would be there and so I went up and answered and sure enough there stood a young and handsome looking guy in a Heating and Air Conditioning serviceman uniform.

He greeted me and then said that he was here to repair the gas gas furnace. I let him into my house and then showed him the way to the gas gas furnace. As I started talking about all the complications I had been having with the gas gas furnace and how I actually needed to get it working as hastily as possible because my home is getting easily cold. I must have been wearing multiple bizarre sweaters at the moment and had a blanket wrapped around me as well. I then pointed to my control machine which had already dropped to 63 degrees. The Heating and Air Conditioning serviceman noticed and said he’d be on it immediately. I had just planned to go and stand down on my couch and have him tell me when he was finished but something kept me there. He started talking to me and asking me general questions about life, and making it a little bit of small talk as well. Normally I don’t like small talk, not because I don’t want to get to suppose anybody but because I crave for much deeper conversations than questions such as “how’s the weather?” There’s something particularally beautiful about the sky that made me want to stay. I’m thrilled I did because both of us actually had a good conversation. By the end of the night he had fixed my gas gas furnace, both of us exchanged PC numbers and I had started dating a heating and cooling worker.

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