I used to drive my ex husband crazy. There was no way I would go to bed without a fan blowing on me. Even in the middle of winter I would just pile the blankets on and turn on the fan. And of course I was a blanket hog. I woke up one morning with my husband shivering in the fetal position, uncovered, and then there was me all wrapped up in a nice cozy cocoon of blankets, with the fan blowing on me. The poor guy must be glad we're divorced now. It was more for the white noise than anything.