"Summer fling, don't mean a thing. But oh-oh-oh, oh those summer nights..."
- Grease
I wasn't planning on blogging during the vac, but since the idea for a post hit me I figured why the hell not? This may not be strictly Rhodent-oriented, but how many of my posts actually are? :P
As the title suggests, I've been thinking about summer romance. No, I'm not having a torrid holiday affair - I'm a happily taken woman :) - but something in the humid December air always makes me think of flirty holiday flings. Come on, admit it: even if you're a happy spinster (is there such a thing?), you've considered breaking your vow of singledom during the summer vac. There's nothing quite like sending cheeky smses to the new hottie in your life, or lounging together over sundowners on the pier, or taking a late-night swim under the stars (or a skinny-dip. Either way ;) ). Summer adds a flavour of magic to any budding romance.
In summer 2009 I was in a long-term and long-distance relationship. My memories of that time involve early morning treks on the beach to watch the sunrise, hot afternoons watching movies and drinking Coke, and nights driving around the small beach town in a beach buggy with the warm salt breeze blowing back my hair. I had finally finished school; I was young, free, and ready to take on the world with my first love at my side. Those eight weeks were a golden summer that I will never forget.
Summer 2010 was somewhat different, as I was single over Christmas for the first time in four years. This time my holiday involved what turned out to be a true summer fling. We flirted all through the exam period, hooked up on the last night of term and spent many nights over the vac chatting on mXit and Gtalk. At New Year we finally saw each other, and of course we hooked up again (in a rather drunken state. Now that I think about it, we only ever hooked up drunk. Hmm). The flirting continued until O-week, when we hooked up again. I'm still not entirely sure what happened after that, but we stopped talking as much and our little romance seemed to dwindle away into nothing. It was probably the closest I've ever come to a real summer fling.
I'm not advocating promiscuity or flinging yourself at the nearest cute face. But take advantage of the delightfully warm weather and find someone sexy to share cocktails and a few naughty giggles with. Throw a smile over your shoulder at the cutie on the dancefloor. Chat up the bartender. Ask a hot tourist to join in a game of beach cricket. Summer is made for flirting; don't waste it! Rock your skimpy bikini, your wifebeaters, your glittery little dresses and open-necked shirts. As for me...if all goes according to plan, summer 2011 will involve Oxbraai, alcohol, and cheeky flirting with my sexy Rhodes boy. Which may not be a summer fling, but is just as good. If not better. ;)
