John Metcalfe was CityLab’s Bay Area bureau chief, covering climate change and the science of cities.
Something about a big snowstorm makes people not want to be alone.
In the days before a big winter storm, some people buy bread and milk, others spread out rock salt, and a particular few search for … hookups.
A consensus is forming that a blizzard will hit the Mid-Atlantic starting Thursday or Friday, with one-to-two feet of snow possible by Sunday in the I-95 corridor, coastal flooding, and ice accumulations toward the south. The storm could have the power and disruptive effects of historic winter behemoths, according to a bulletin yesterday from NOAA’s Weather Prediction Center (the ALL CAPS are typical):
TO PUT THIS SYSTEM IN CONTEXT...THE POTENTIAL SNOWFALL DISTRIBUTION HAS SIMILARITIES TO SEVERAL MAJOR EAST COAST STORMS IN RECENT PAST INCLUDING THE 5-6 FEBRUARY 2010 SNOWSTORM/THE JANUARY 1996 BLIZZARD OF 1996 AND THE PRESIDENTS DAY OF FEBRUARY 2003. JANUARY 1996 IS LIKELY TO BE MORE WIDESPREAD/HEAVY BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL. THE MECHANISMS COMING TOGETHER FOR A MAJOR SNOWFALL ARE TEXTBOOK.
While commuters and weather geeks are obsessing over the evolution of this brutal-looking storm, others are hoping it will help with, er, that other meaning of “plowing.” Here are the personals popping up on Craigslist—at least the PG and PG-13 ones, as most are NSFW—beginning with a not-at-all creepy call for homeless people seeking warmth:
“I have a Netflix account and I am ready to chill.” (The photo is not of the poster.)
Lucky ladies, here’s a “Brooklyn Blizzard Buddy” who wants to build you a gol-dang snow fort.
In case you haven't heard, we're on the precipice of the season's first major snow….
With that in mind, I'm seeking a woman who's tired of left-swiping her way through the NYC dating scene and is open to an awesome f------ snow day. All sex metaphors aside, I'm envisioning that giddily exciting combination of whiskey + movies + cookies + sweatpants + couch + fire + fort-building in a lovely Brooklyn backyard. If that sounds enticing and you don't have a criminal record (unless it's a sweet story), then this might be the outing for you.
He’s not into playing games … unless they involve having a snowball fight.
“Snow Storm Buddy” sounds so cute, until you’re trapped indoors with a stranger for three days and it turns into a Homer/Mr. Burns cabin-fever standoff.
Lure them in with the weather report, set the hook with hints of a jacuzzi.
This frantic personal from Delaware is titled “Storm Essentials—Bread, Milk, Me.”