1. He prefers to ski slopes while you sip stouts.
Little baby Swedes start skiing before they utter their first ‘far,’ or ‘mor.’ He was a weathered ski instructor before his balls dropped, and the only of your friends to lose his virginity on a mountaintop. In a forest of icicles. With his damn skis on. Every time he hits the slopes, you hit the lodge for an afternoon of frosty tankards. Because life’s too short to be skiing down triple black diamonds.