Let me start by saying it drives me up the wall when people talk endlessly about the weather. But sometimes, particularly when the weather is anomalous or unseasonal, a little weather talk is warranted.
That doesn’t make me a hypocrite, does it?
Anyway, we’re into April at this point and it still feels like January. What a bummer, you know? It seems like every year I find myself in this position, eagerly anticipating spring, which takes its own sweet time to arrive.
When I was in high school, it was a game among the guys in my school over who’d be the first to show up in shorts, and always there was one dude who would jump the gun and come strutting in some time in early march in those stupid long basketball shorts while it’s 36 degrees out. Out here that does not seem to happen, as the shorts-inclined dudes (and it does seem to be mostly dudes) are sporting them year-round. Without fail, just about every day that I go out in public I’ll see some guy wearing shorts, no matter how cold it is, even in December. I can only assume that these men are in fact weirdos from another planet. Aside from the whole freezing your ass off aspect, I’d be concerned about my huevos shriveling up, never to return.
Actually I don’t care much for wearing shorts in general. I wasn’t exactly blessed with great legs for one thing. But I’m just more comfortable in long pants, even in the summer. The only real exception is when I’m on vacation. When I’m at the beach, yeah I wear shorts. Sometimes around the house, but other than that, it’s long pants for me, so when I do put a pair of shorts on I’ve got all these crazy weird tan lines.
I have made my peace with this.
