I Dare You

"You're Crazy!"

So once again I was having a fun chat on SW that reminded me of a story I posted a long time ago on EP. This story was originally written and posted on January 28, 2015, so about a year and a half ago. I’ve updated it for SW but it is the same event…

Do any of you have a tendency to let your mouth write checks your body isn’t so happy about cashing? You know what I mean, right? You get talking and there comes a point when you just know you should stop, but you don’t because he’s being so annoying. Anyway, I had some fun last night but WOW it was cold. Let me explain...

Winter Storm Juno hit New England on the 26th & 27th of January 2015; the forecast indicated this would be one of the top five storms of all time for the area. We are used to snow here, but it normally comes in small steady doses all season long. Juno promised to drop 20”-30” (50cm - 76cm) in just a day and a half. Schools and businesses were pre-emptively closed; travel bans were put in place; emergency procedures were reviewed; and distant relatives were checked on.

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We don’t get many tornados here and rarely see earthquakes or hurricanes, but we do get blizzards. This particular blizzard was to be a Nor’easter. For those of you not from New England, a Nor’easter is a storm that stalls in the Gulf of Maine and sits there spinning as it drops wave after wave of moisture on the New England coast. Put this weather pattern in January or February with a supply of cold air courtesy of our polite friends to the north and you get a blizzard.

Well last night the snow was slowing down and the forecast appeared to have been (amazingly) dead on accurate. A bunch of us were just hanging out in the common room of my dorm and talking. Classes had been canceled all day and any good food was a very cold and snowy long walk away so we were surviving on microwaved noodles and pop-tarts and other snacks. With the wind still howling outside, the conversation naturally centered on past storms and winter experiences. Well one of my friends on EP had just posted a story about a naked polar plunge she had recently participated in (http://www.experienceproject.com/stories/Did-The-Polar-Bear-Plunge/5397456). I could not resist relaying the second hand story of my friend. Some immediately assumed I was really talking about myself. I assured them that if given the opportunity, I would so do it, but alas no, this was my friend not me. (For those of you who do not know, a “polar plunge” or “polar bear plunge” is a swim that involves breaking ice to get in the water – yes, it’s a northern thing. ;) )

More stories were told, more snacks consumed. Some people left, others joined and the evening continued. There came a point when one of the other girls relayed a story about a long winter past when she was dared go outside and make a snow angel in just what she was then wearing: a tee-shirt and shorts. I couldn’t help but then relay the story of three winters past when I was dared to hop out of the hot tub I was in and make a snow angel in my bikini. We laughed and debated which was worse: she had more clothes, but I had a hot tub to jump back into.

And then there was him. Throughout this fun evening of laughter and storytelling, he was the annoying one in the corner tossing out snide comments. He hated the weather and in fact had complained about the cold since mid-October. I wondered to myself if he had known where our school was located when he decided to attend. The school sucked, the weather sucked, all of New England sucked. I’m sure you know the type.

Well he started in on me next and claimed I had to be lying about the bikini snow angel because no one would do that, no one would be so stupid. Oh and as for my friend skinny dipping in January, she had to be a lunatic as well. To say he was getting on my nerves would be putting it mildly, but I was having a good time with friends so I just ignored him. At first.

Then he said I should prove it. In fact, since I want so much to try the naked polar plunge thing, I should just go out and make a naked snow angel.

But I ignored him. Really, I did. For a while anyway.

He said I was crazy. And still I ignored him.

He kept going and finally I tossed back, “Fine. I’ll do it if you do.”

"No way, you’re the crazy one!”

"I've never denied that, but at least I'm not a smack talking wuss!" 😒

You can see where this is going, right? Everyone started egging him on and finally he said let's go. I tried to make it a group thing, but everyone else enthusiastically embraced their wimp status. So I went up to my room and got changed into just my boots and my long winter coat; nothing else, just my boots and coat. Now before you get started on me, I already knew that a big part of this was just him wanting to see me naked. Don’t worry, I thought of that and had a plan which I quickly explained to my roommate. ;-)

When we got back downstairs he was already there in his robe and bare feet. I looked at him and said, "Ready?" 😏

He said again, "You're crazy!"

"We covered that already. You wimping out?"

"No."

"Okay then, here’s the deal: a full snow angel, arms and legs, AND roll over in the snow, front and back. Deal?”

"You’re insane!”

"Maybe so but I’m not a wuss. We on or not?”

"Fine. Let’s do this.”

"Cool, who goes first?” I asked. He hesitated in answering as I knew he would so I continued, "Just as I thought. Okay I go first.”

And with that I stepped out of my boots and turned to face the door and took off my coat handing it to my roommate on the way out. I DOVE into the snow bank and rolled over and did my snow angel and then ran back inside covered in snow from head to foot. My roommate quickly wrapped my coat around me before any of my "snow suit” melted and I stood there staring at him. 😎

Guess what??? He dropped his robe and took three naked steps outside in the cold wind and came running back inside calling me a lunatic and then went to his room to get dressed! I guess the thigh deep snow was too much for his sensitive toes! Or perhaps it was another part of his anatomy that wasn’t “up” to the task at hand! ;)

I then ran upstairs to take the longest and hottest shower of my life smug in the knowledge that I might have flashed him my naked behind, but he saw nothing else and proved himself to be the smack talking wuss that I knew he was. :-)

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