Why do they say it's 5 degrees outside but say it really feels like 6 degrees below zero? Spin it all you want but remember; my perception becomes my reality. And it's damn cold out there to me! Dressing for winter should be an art form. Forget about wearing lacey underpants or thongs let alone going commando until at least May. The operative word here is "layering". Guys you may want to skip over the next line. Because oh yes, out comes the granny style underpants, for maximum coverage! Forget peek a boo tank tops; it's turtle necks all the way. But, hey guys all is not lost. By the way, turtle necks provide excellent coverage, should you guys kiss so passionately as to leave your mark on her tender supple skin. Let's get back to layering. You can't stop with the turtle neck, nope, next you throw on a big old sweatshirt, your boyfriends will do nicely or else a fleece sweater. Now put on leggings and then a pair of nice thick corduroy jeans, thermal socks and knee high boots followed by your inch thick down filled coat, a pair of gloves and oh lastly wrap that scarf a few times around your face before you head out. I'm vain like that, I omit the hat. Now that you look like you've packed on 40 pounds, girl you are ready to go out there and tackle the bitter cold world! The next time you're standing next to the skinny chick in high heels, jean skirt, jacket unzipped to the bosom that's hacking up a lung due to a respiratory infection, remember Darwin's theory of evolution. It occurred to me that surviving winter is not unlike surviving the dating game. Every winter you swear it's your last winter and you'd be gone before next season's first snow flake hits you on the ass. But then you get complacent, you look back over the months thinking how wonderful things were! But why do you make excuses, never mind they said there was no mail delivery on Tuesday. If there's nothing to hide, why lie about it. Maybe, just maybe like the temperature, what you thought you felt at 5 degrees was really 6 degrees below zero. So we put on layers to keep our hearts warm and alive and hope that someone, somewhere, someday take the time to see beneath it all. It�s a fact that Russians drink a lot to get through the winters. Another fact, it would take a bottle of top shelf tequila to wash down the next lover's kiss. But what do I know; I'm probably just delirious from the bitter cold. And oh yes, I swear it's my last winter here!

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