I hear ya honey...
My partner is a read cook books for adrenalin supply type, and she hates sand, cold and wind... bugger! Hence the one and only lame photo of me kiting on my profile. She lasted 15 mins on the beach and buggered off. Years n years ago I tried to get her to boogy with me when I surfed but eventually gave up (in fairness I was pushing her to do something she just didn't get).
I must admit I have thought lots about what a kiting partner would be like and it would be a mixed blessing I reckon. When it's early days in the "honeymoon" period I'm sure sharing the stoke and kiting together, then yabbering all night (punctuated by lots of good lovin) would be unreal but what happens when you want some personal space? Or maybe a non-kiting examination of the world/music/feelings/ingredients of cornflakes? (they are corn BTW)
Also I reckon it's a trap to be overly attracted to one aspect of a person.. eventually you might find that he/she thinks John Howard has helped evolve Australia's openess and tolerance of all walks of life!!!

Then it's "crikey he/she is a bunny boiler time to bail" - parachute or not!!
I must admit I used to do the winter partner thing (unconciously) myself and as long as honesty is prevailing theres no harm. Hey everbody loves a doona partner in winter (as long as the dutchies are kept to a minimum...

Ultimately Caelah your lucky enough to have born a chicky babe so youv'e got nature on your side (and several thousand gagging males on the other).
Good luck in the supermarket of life...