Here's what I have done. I have made a bold lifestyle choice, but what I see as the only choice for me. Have you ever dared to dream? I have. In my case, I've decided to have the words "Mr. Cool Ice" written as many times on my torso as I can, accompanied by a coyly posed skeleton wearing sunglasses. That's exactly what I told the tattoo artist: "Make him like totally coy yet happily in the moment!!" I hope he doesn't look too prissy, because he's not supposed to be. As long as Mr. Cool Ice isn't mistaken for Sally Field or something, I'm okay. You probably want to wear mittens or gloves when you touch Mr. Cool Ice because otherwise you just might get frostbite. Actually, that's just some Mr. Cool Ice humor. In all seriousness, my skin temperature varies only slightly, depending on the surrounding temperature.
Believe it or not, Mr. Cool Ice was not my first choice. Some other names I considered, but ultimately rejected for not being "cool ice" enough: Mr. Cool, Mr. Ice, Dr. Cool Ice, Mr. Cold Temperature, Mr. Frigid Coy Skeleton.
