Cold, and here's why:
Being born, raised and sadly still trapped in East Texas, where a short, mild summer is six months long and hot enough to cook an egg on the dashboard (I wish I were kidding), I spend a full half of the year indoors with the air conditioner on overdrive to keep the paint from peeling. Consequently, my heat tolerance is quite low. Whenever I must venture outside, the searing blast of heat causes all of my clothes to be instantly soaked with sweat.
For these reasons, I hate the heat.