incompatible

The only time I ever think Tripp and I are incompatible is when he’s hot and I’m cold. Because I, like a lizard, cannot stay warm unless the house is 85 degrees and he is practically melting at 73. So sometimes I’ll be cold and just getting warn, and he’ll throw open a window, and the cold breeze will burst through and I will   think to myself, ‘I don’t think I can live like this’ 

But he makes it up to me by being very sweet and building very warm fires. I love him, even if he can regulate his own body temperature and I cannot.