Grindr matches are beckoning, it doesn’t matter how many layers someone has to put on (only to strip off at their destination).Check out the stories below—including a dissenting vote from a guy who decided, sensibly, to stay in.“Snow in north Mississippi, back in the late ‘90s.
Mind you, I’m from New Orleans, I was 18 at the time, and it was maybe my second or third time seeing that much snow. The terrain was hilly, visibility sucked, but I was determined. (We’re still together.)”“Drove through three feet of snow once to pick up a guy who had lost power and heat at his house.
While it was still snowing. Brought him back to mine, and we ended up rolling around in front of the fireplace. Brought the tire chains just in case, but thankfully didn’t need them!”“While Hurricane Irene raged outside, I struck up a conversation with a guy who was more or less right around the corner from me in Brooklyn, and to say he was my type is a severe understatement: stereotypical short king gym twunk, crazy definition, way into bears. ‘I’m gonna get soaked walking over.’ I joked. ‘Who cares, we’re gonna peel your clothes off pretty quickly anyway, you can throw ‘em in the dryer.’ I walked the 10 minutes over in amazing driving rain and high winds, weirdly lovely wet humid 2 a.m.
tropical storm air. It was so worth it.”“Winter Storm Jonas in Baltimore. #30InchesOfJonas.”Let’s hear it for the weather boys!“After a 30” snowstorm in college, [I] walked from my dorm to a d*ck appointment.