I had known our local heating and air conditioning professional since my partner and I were in school.
We never ran in the same circles, although he was always kind to me. I was the farm girl who had to be home to help with the cows, and he was the BMOC. It didn’t matter what sport he participated in; he excelled. Everyone thought he was going to become a great baseball player, but they were all wrong. He didn’t even accept a scholarship. He told his parents he wanted to be a heating and air conditioning professional and work for his father’s heating and air conditioning business. I still saw him around the neighborhood and he always stopped to say hello, but I was tied up getting my nurseate and working with the local veterinary clinic. It took ten years before I had my own clinic, and I worked mostly with larger creatures, but I had an office in town, which I used as a hospital. I was in the office one afternoon, when the a/c broke. I called the local heating and air conditioning business, and I was surprised when Clive showed up. He repaired the a/c quickly and then came in to talk to me. The first thing he said was that being a veterinarian suited me and I got red in the face. When he asked me to marry him I stopped working. He said he had been in love with me for years, and he wanted me to go out with him before the offer became concrete. I laughed so much that I almost cried, but I agreed to go out with him.