I kept telling my fiance that I wasn’t an outdoors person, but she didn’t suppose me.
She 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 care about to go camping. My father used to pitch a tent in our backyard, and all of us kids would sleep in there when the people I was with and I 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 offered me the creeps. I knew all the bugs that crawled all over. I didn’t have the sound of the gas furnace turning on and off while I was in the cool Spring and fall mornings. There was no a/c while I was in the summer, that would keep the humidity off my boiling skin. No. I couldn’t suppose of anything that would make me want to go camping, even if my fiance was there with me. She finally convinced me to supply him just 1 night. If I wasn’t blissful, she would bring me apartment in the morning, and she would never bring up the subject again. I wasn’t cheerful with the idea, however I went with him anyway. Had she told me the people I was with and I were going to be glamping, I would not have argued as much. The glamper had heating and a/c and there was a important bed in the middle of the tent. I couldn’t suppose I was enjoying camping and I still had Heating, Ventilation as well as A/C to keep me comfortable.