Something that would totally depress me if I hadn't just met a really great guy, and thereby only depresses me a little

Having to ask The Boyfriend of the Roommate to help me with my air conditioning unit, which was wrongly installed more than two years ago by my then live-in boyfriend and was in dire need of fixing because it was dangerously close to becoming a portal into my bedroom for pigeons. The reason it has taken me more than two years to rectify the problem? I haven't had a boy around long enough to put him to work on household tasks in that entire time.