Oh, yeah, I don’t tolerate the heat at all compared to other people, but I always tell myself the sweating is a consequence of that, and I’m actually cooling myself very well. Otherwise, I’ll go insane.
But I mean internal to myself, as in not a separate device.
You can certainly be a sweaty Bernard (or Freddy), but I am also in better times a chilly Willy and I reject the nickname chilly lily. Sometimes I’m also a cryin O’Brien, which sounds more neutral, but I am picturing this.
(Side note:) I think the heat is getting to my brain, I would normally be very embarrassed to share the “baby talk” I use with my husband with people. Maybe my ability to cringe is related to the temperature.