http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dy...2/09/AR2009120904546.html?sid=ST2009120904680
I wonder why she can't find a man and always has to settle. At least she realises that she will be alone for the rest of her life.
Andrews: "I don't find him attractive. If he was funny, that would go a long way. He could be my winter boo. I need a boo. My life sucks. When your life sucks, a winter boo with his own apartment would be awesome to have."
What is a winter boo? you ask.
And they explain a winter boo is someone you hook up with when it's cold outside, someone good enough to take to office holiday parties, someone who has a car and who can drive when the wind is whipping down the sidewalk.
"It's like a booty call, but it's not," Andrews says.
"It's like you like him enough to bring him out to public settings. They, like, serve a seasonal purpose."
But what happens in the summer, you ask.
"There is no such thing as a summer boo. You are supposed to be out. Be free."
The catch?
"A winter boo doesn't know he's a winter boo," until summer comes and he has been set free.
I wonder why she can't find a man and always has to settle. At least she realises that she will be alone for the rest of her life.
I guess it's all in our heads.

Ok.