It is so cold in here. Partly because we have declared ourselves an energy-saving house. I can’t think as well when it is this cold though so maybe I can also call this an intelligence-saving house. Saving all my brain cells for something good. Something really good—unless they’re just being zapped away in the process of coping with the cold. Ian only talks about the weather—about how cold it is, how cold it is in Texas in comparison to Colorado, and how he wished it was warmer in Colorado. I wonder if the cold is really, the only thing that Ian thinks about or that he is just shy and unable to reveal something a bit more personal about himself in conversations.

About the weather

I decide to introduce him to the art of more personal, interesting conversation by launching into the proposition of what each of us likes about the opposite sex. Ian gives me a sparsely worded answer, and though he is not annoyed at the change in conversation, I can tell he is bewildered by it and soon enough we are back to talking about the cold and its relationship to snow—which I am kind enough to interpret as slight progress in the direction of interestingness.

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