
I’d been dating him for a few months. I probably should’ve taken that orgasmic sound he made personally, but you can’t win them all. And the truth is I made a similar sound as soon as I walked barefoot on my kitchen floors. While other Homegrown Tales posts are written to give you the pros and cons of all things housing-related, I am shamelessly encouraging the perks of heated floors. Here’s why they are amazing on their own and during cold-weather months in cities like Chicago.