Datingsite for big people
I was covered from head to toe in multiple clothing layers and was wearing a rain coat over my riding jacket but did not adequately cover my hands. As if the icy rain was not enough, at Talang La it started snowing (moderate).
He is the ambiguous, hard to read, attractive guy that sits between Bad Boy and Mr Nice Guy.Somehow, I managed to zip down my jeans and peed on my hands. Realizing that it was my only chance to save my fingers, I gradually warmed my hands over the motorcycle's exhaust and engine (which were also losing heat very fast!) and after around half an hour of this mind-numbing ordeal, I could finally move my fingers.Fightback: I tried warming my hands on the bike's exhaust but other than burnt skin, I could achieve nothing.Pushed back and without any help, suddenly a flashback of a scene from god-knows-what survival series came to my mind. My fingers felt a surge of blood rushing through the veins and I could at least move my fingers albeit very little.