By Sadie Young
Excuse me while I finish singing that Grease song at the top of my lungs… okay, we’re good.
Dear, dear summer, I am so glad you are in full swing with your hot sun tanning my pale legs and crisp pool water cooling me off. It’s already mid-July, the one holiday is over, and I’m gritting my teeth hoping to make this season stretch out longer. I very much need it to last awhile, not for the beautiful weather or the entertaining outside adventures, but because I’ve yet to have even one summer fling yet, damn it! Because that's the real reason everyone loves summer so much, right?
Back to that song-- “Summer loving, had me a blast; Summer loving happened so fast.” Too fast, apparently, because I think I missed it.
I think I can speak for us all by saying that summer flings are the stuff stories are made of. I want to be 75 years old telling my great granddaughters about that one time 928638721638 years ago with that one dude that kissed like a God (insert praise hands emoji). They never last and they never really mean anything, which makes them all the more exciting! I mean, what are those cloudless starry nights for if not for making out-- er, I mean star gazing?
Winter seems to go on forever, killing us with its harsh coldness, but summer goes quickly, leaving us blind from its brightness come that first bitter fall wind. Give us something to hold onto! Maybe a little memory of that dude with the perfect teeth and the killer abs. I think it might be time to download tinder again… (she notes bitterly to herself as she swipes right for the first time in ages).
Summer flings are like cotton candy-- super sweet, incredibly fun, and very, very fleeting. They're the perfect fix for that little sweet tooth you've been having all year. And the beauty of it all is that come fall, you can say au revoir to your beau and welcome in something a little more serious. If you're feeling it, of course.
All you single ladies take note and all you taken ones as well: summer flings help us appreciate the finer things in life. They give us excitement and mystery and passion and warmth. Without these moments, what would summer be? Just an effing hot pile of nothing.
So go find yourself a summer hottie, girlies! Even if it’s just to rub that hard to reach spot on your back with sunscreen.