He said I was lucky he was an HVAC technician
I really liked the young man my best friend introduced me to. She said he was a friend of her boyfriends. He had a good job, but he was very shy. He hadn’t been on a date since his fiance broke up with him nearly a year earlier. I wasn’t sure I was ready to date, so she offered to double date with us. No one talked about their jobs, but just got to know each other as people. By the end of the double date, I knew I liked the man and was going to say yes if he offered to take me out without our friends. When he didn’t make the overture, I did. I told him I would love to cook dinner for him sometime, if he was interested. He said he liked Italian food, and my Italian grandmother taught me how to cook. It surprised me when he smiled and asked when I was available. We were having dinner that weekend. He was only there fifteen minutes when he got from the sofa and said he would be right back. He was listening to the air vents. He said there was a problem with the air conditioning, and asked if I minded if he looked at it. I showed him to the air conditioning unit, and he ripped into it, once he got his tools from his car. An hour later, dinner was ready, and the air conditioning unit was repaired. He said I was lucky he was an HVAC technician. The repairs would have cost me a lot of money if I had to call the HVAC company. He cooked dinner on his next night off.