Survivalist Fail

I went camping with my boyfriend once, and realized that he thought campfires could only start above 32 degrees Fahrenheit. It was the middle of Winter, and he had only brought us cold food. I was livid–I mean, everyone doesn’t have to be a boy scout, but a basic understanding of fire seems like a low bar.

He was also deathly afraid of rain because he thought it was “dirty.” There’s definitely something poetic there, but that doesn’t make it any less sad. That was not the boyfriend to go camping with, or to date, for that matter. Reddit user: watsonandhuxley