Aphrodisiacs steam up frozen sex drives
There is nothing romantic about February in Wisconsin. The once-pristine snow becomes sloppy and grey, turning pant legs into salt licks and foiling any attempt at a jaw-dropping ensemble. Skin cracks and flakes and no amount of cherry-flavored lip balm can save parched lips. We wear long underwear, furry hats and shapeless parkas. There is nothing sexy about a woman in a one-piece snowsuit, unless it's fuchsia and comes with a belt, like mine.