Hot Guys, Cold Times.

I've decided that I am definitely more attracted to guys in the winter and the reason is that they're completely covered up. Cute hats and scarfs leave more to mystery. Big jackets, long underwear and sweatshirts can trick a gal into thinking that this dude's really fit, this dude doesn't have a beer gut, this dude has layers on. What more, the boy looks snugly, like a bear-capable of giving both great hugs and scaring the heck out of trespassers and unwanted guests. Myself, meanwhile, cannot pull off the winter in a sexy fashion. Let's be honest though, when am I ever sexy?! I sport this ghetto-ass/yet somehow also old lady gold jacket. It hits my ankle. When paired with a knit hat, my friend compares me to a "grandma". The other day, a dude biked by me and asked me if my sleeping bag kept me warm. Ah, yeah.