Seasons

This friend of mine and I have a running joke involving seasons. The jist of this being that during the winter, he can score with any woman that he chooses. However, during the summer, he travels through a vast wasteland. Oh, he can see the women and even talk to them, but never touch or get out of the batters box with them.

I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite. During the summer, I am on the prowl looking for the next victim. Any woman that I choose is ripe for the taking. But during the winter, I can't even get a look.

Somehow, I think that he has the better part of the joke. During the summer it is hot and not ideal to have another hot body in bed. But, during the winter, when the cold seeps in that second body is nice (or so I have heard).

I must play the hand that I am dealt and right now, I have a royal flush.