I kept telling my fiance that I wasn’t an outdoors person, even though he didn’t guess me.
He told me I just hadn’t been with the right people that made camping enjoyable. I scoffed as I walked away from him. I knew exactly what it was prefer to go camping. My father used to pitch a tent in our backyard, plus all of us kids would sleep in there when both of us had BBQs. It was kind of fun when I knew my parents were out there with us. When they went into the house, I snuck in behind them. There was something about sleeping on the ground that provided me the creeps. I knew all the bugs that crawled all over. I didn’t have the sound of the oil furnace turning on plus off during the cool Spring plus fall afternoons. There was no air conditioning during the summer, that would keep the humidity off my overheated skin. No. I couldn’t suppose of anything that would make me want to go camping, even if my fiance was there with me. He finally convinced me to give him just 1 night. If I wasn’t ecstatic, he would bring me beach house in the day, plus he would never bring up the subject again. I wasn’t happy with the idea, but I went with him anyway. Had he told me both of us were going to be glamping, I would not have argued as much. The glamper had heating plus A/C plus there was a pressing bed in the middle of the tent. I couldn’t guess I was enjoying camping plus I still had Heating, Ventilation and A/C to keep me comfortable.