For me, skin colour counts for quite a lot in a relationship.

I live in Canada, where the weather is severe and extreme. The summers are hot an humid, and the winters, bitterly cold and cruel.

So in the summer I like to date cool chicks, with clammy, pasty, white skin, because they reflec the sun's heat, and they are easier to lie in bed with, either side-by-side, or on top of each other.

In the other hand, in the wintertime it's more comfortable to snuggle up with a hot-blooded babe from Latin America or Italy, and on long, cold, boisterous winter nights the best is to have a totally black person beside you udner the sheets, to keep your hands, feet, and heart warm. These people, like asphalt pavement around shopping malls covering a parking lot, soak up the sun's heat during the day, and release it slowly and evenly overnight.

In the winters of '78 and '84, which were the coldest so far in recorded history, I even dated Papuan cannibal girls, because they were knowledgable about exaclty how long to keep me in the frying oil to warm me up but not burn me.