It's Nipply Out There!

It's cold out there today. It's cold out there every day these days.

It's a lazy Monday off for me. I never work Monday, and this one is particularly well-timed. It's been snowing now for almost 48 hours. Temperatures have plumetted. Buses are going off the roads, cabbies are stuck in drifts. Rivers are bubbling with blood. It's plain old Armegeddon, and it's not even officially winter yet.

Days like this seem like the perfect time to be lustfully involved with someone. It's so cold out it makes perfect sense to bar the door and stay locked inside, the heater cranked up, played naked with a bed-buddy on the couch, watching black-and-white movies and drinking homemade cocoa.

So, naturally, I filled out an online dating profile today. Let's see where that takes us. The last time I met someone off the online world, it was this guy. I'm sort of dreading this because I know how much bullshit comes with the world of online dating. I suspect it'll take three weeks to get the ball rolling, but I'm sure dates will soon loom. Let's hope some will be positive.

And now, to bravely venture out into the subzero climes of this frigid northern place. Grr, snow! Grr! I need a bottle of wine and the ingredients for chili. This is no weather for walking, but I'd be a fool to fire up the scooter in this. Good god. (Wet snow, followed by freezing, so it's icy, chunky, and could kill someone if you chucked it at 'em. Not the fun powdery snow. Wah.)