Ugh, I'm with the cold peeps!
Why must we always suffer in favor of those who are too hot?
BF is always so hot, that I have quite a collection of winter-ish pajamas. I'm probably the only person in the entire Caribbean who is forced to go to bed wearing a sweatshirt, pants, and sometimes socks. Every. Single. Night. Thankfully the A/C doesn't go below 64.
(I tried the I'd-wear-sexy-lingerie-more-often argument to no avail