I spent a lot of time sitting in the library last year. The library had all the books I needed to do my thesis. I could research and write while I was in library. Not only was the library easier to work in, but the air conditioning was so much better there than in my home. My boyfriend started coming to the library to pick me up for our dates. I would go home and change clothes, then ehad back to the library. He thought it was kind of strange, but he hadn’t been in my apartment for a couple of months. Later that evening, he took me back to my apartment since the library was closed. He walked into the apartment, then closed the door and walked back out. He asked if that was why I was spending so much time at the library. I tried to tell him it was too hot to be in there, but he didn’t realize how hot was too hot until right then. He told me to pack some clothing and come to his apartment. It was big enough for both us and his air conditioning worked well. He told me I could move in with him if I wanted and I wouldn’t need to come back to this hothouse. I told him it wasn’t that bad, but he disagreed. Later that night, I was moved into his apartment. We were sleeping in separate bedrooms, but it was nice having someone around when I wanted company. And his air conditioning was much better than I had ever had.