Spring in Chicago = Mating season

Spring in Chicago...the moment the weather shows the slightest upturn in sun, heat and all things warm it practically becomes mating season. I almost said for young adults but hey, older folks gotta get their jolly's too. I could provide you with outstanding mating statistics that happened as a result of my friend Cathy's birthday party - but I don't want to piss anyone off today.

Wrigleyville and Lincoln Park become practical playgrounds for meeting, macking and hooking-up. The difference? Wrigley/Lakeview is a playground designed for Fratdaddy's and the laid back while Lincoln Park is a playground for the stuck-up kids and Trixies everywhere you go...and by god do they know tricks.

I spent my Metra ride today trying to figure out the phenomenon. That and an over sized lady was sitting next to me, taking up half my seat so I needed to close my eyes so I wouldn't freak out. Metra side-note: I threw out that lady's tea cup yesterday morning.

Anyway - back to phenomenonizing.

Is it because people aren't in 50 layers with a hat, scarf and pair of gloves on...but who doesn't find that attractive? Is it because everyone becomes more active with softball, volleyball and dodgeball games popping up on every sand court and corner? Or is it simply that Chicagoan's truly just like to hibernate like bears.

Before this winter I'd say clearly it's the lack of clothes and activity but now that I've experienced pure frozen body from head to toe, I have an inkling it could be the last bit. Cold weather makes people as cranky as a shitty day at work.

After the first snow it's hard to find grey, black and yellow snow beautiful. Plus, every form of public transit from Metra to CTA breaks down. Inevitably I always happen to be on that ONE bus during a blizzard on Lake Shore Drive and have to get off to switch because all the sudden the bus decides it's tired.

The winter is trying time and I'm delighted it's over - for more reasons then one. At least I hope so because if it snows one more time I'm booking a flight south to see the sun. So tell me, north south east west, why does everyone have their panties in a bundle the moment the sun comes out to say hello?