You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite remember how it all came to be, but their questioning brings the whole history to consciousness and, ahh, you remember. I say I’ve never liked the cold. They look at me as if I am out of my mind. Why wouldn’t anyone? Why wouldn’t I? I say I’ve never liked the cold as if it were the whole truth, when thinking back, I didn’t mind it as much for about fifteen years. Miniskirts in November. Lace tops under a trench coat in December. Gloveless hands…