i don't like being hot. i don't even like being too warm. it has its place (waterpark) and is acceptable at times (exception) but that's it.
however, my love for all things bone-chilling is the warming. soup. chai. layers. perfectly fitting sweater. socks. a jacket that cuts back against the wind. the precise amount of blankets to be toasty with the cold air. the exponentiality of body heat.
i wonder, then, is part of the reason i like what i like so much (the cold) because it lets me enjoy what i don't like (warmth) or because it lets me enjoy what i do like (ibid). hard to say.