I NEED Summer

Honestly I'm not a huge fan of summer, I know I'm weird. But lately I have had this NEED for summer, for cool green grass, warm nights and sun. Oh well it doesn't help that this kind of music makes me want to don a cotton sundress, grab a glass of iced green tea and sit in the slowly diming light of a warm summer night with my toes in the cool grass.

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Sheesh you get the smell of a man off you finally somehow and then they all come out of the wood work or something like that. AL is back. Now if you remember AL was intricately weaved into the infamous night of gin and tequila and goodness knows whatever else I drank that went something like this if you need a recap.

1. AB and I had the talk - the I really like you but I'm happy single talk (First weekend of September folks)

2. Next week was the annual booze fest at AB and roommates place - I attended being the "adult," showed up 4 hours earlier on a sweltering Saturday - homemade mango black bean salsa in hand. We watched Lost and started drinking - gin and tonic, safe... all platonic at this point.

3. Two gin and tonics later AL shows up with Patron in hand and the X's and O's shot glasses come out - two down the hatch followed by another gin and tonic which I nurse (two more shots later on). At this point platonic goes out the window and the odd body part stops respecting personal space, a finger along a wrist, and foot up the back of a leg etc. This continues on for the next 4 hours. AB kept drinking - AL seeing I wasn't up for another gin and tonic so he gets me juice and keeps it coming all while staying by my side - blocking AB and being handsy all the while. I don't like handsy - especially not touching my hair... anyways AL offers to drive me home. I'm thinking well it's a ride home and not a cab on a hot evening...

4. At the door as I hug AB night night, he oh so smoothly says have you seen the terrace (look you know I haven't why ask?) - AL interjects I have and works to hustle me out. I being blonde in another life say No, and get whisked minus AL to the terrace. Talking leads to me crying then laughing then um ya, let's just say things might have gone from zero to wherever if AL wasn't texting AB and I had another location option other than the gym room lockers to be propped against - just saying. So we collected ourselves and so on and so forth - fast forward to me going on a date with AL three weeks later as BR was moving in. Date was interesting

5. Interesting = Habitual Cheater confession. REALLY, oh they sure know how to pick me.

So there we have it AL is back, offering to take care of my sick ass - because he knows AB is out of the picture. And you know what? It ain't happening - I know I'm his perfect fetish and it ain't freaking happening. Why?

Honestly aside from the cheating thing and why the hell is there even an aside to that, I don't know, it's the two year dating minimum prior to engagement he has. Um I'm getting old - so if I date you for two years, engaged for a year at best, that's three freaking years of my life. Bless you but I want kids IN wedlock and NOT out of it, so no. I am not giving you three years of my eggs lives if I have a say in it. At this point in the game a back up reason as solid as that is really good reason to keep the handsy hands off of me. Though he can cook...

Sooo...I guess my bed and I won't be seeing much of each other

It is an oft discussed issue in my daily life, I love sleep, I LOVE it and not just like, or feel warm undefined feelings towards sleep. Sleep and I have a wonderful relationship where I devote 8 or more hours daily to its maintenance. However it seems that over the past few weeks and this week without question I am opting to change the dynamics of that relationship, opting for walks around Stanley Park, Sangria consumption, Coldplay (! - AWESOME), and apparently a pseudo-date on this Wednesday, we are by no means calling it anything beyond platonic - because well that is not the way this going to go down fer sure (intentional typo). It also isn't being defined as other because my Coldplay date waffled inregards to the intention of the asker... I figure I can cheat on sleep a little with coffee/caffeine and at the same time get on with this whole living business. As to the who, what and where's of Wednesday while the secret might be burning a hole through my email account/phone, it is going to stay where it is, hint though it has nothing to do with OM and we are all soooo glad about that, so unbelievably glad that has all left.

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L swore she would never breakup again...

So she hated whenever I played this song, me however, I loved the song when I was with CEF, maybe because I felt that there is truth in the song, the kind of truth about love fading, the kind of love CEF and I never had, so this would never have happened... there's an honest desperation and of course because John can and does it is dripping with emotion/desperate affection/anger/confusion and well it's sexy, no? I have to say I love the line, "you'll be a bitch because you can..." um ya, I think that nails that part of a dying relationship for me.

Funny thing is right now I just love the song, it's the kind I want to play as the setting sun is filtering it's way into the kitchen, turn it up, open the back door, light a few candles and enjoy the rest of my wine, erstwhile washing the dishing and swaying (I don't dance) to the beat...

Summer Lovin'

The claim is that the summer heat brings out all the other kinds of heat between the sexes (and yes there are couples popping up all over the place), however I have to seriously disagree, and while I could argue that disagreement based on my own personal experience, I have to say it's more just based on general perception...

Summer brings with it the following:

Heat: Which robs us (me) of sleep, making us (me cranky, moody, irritable...), it makes makeup application and hair styling annoying, pointless and then returns us (me) to the whole moody and cranky part - this morning for example I found myself blow drying/flat ironing my hair while standing in front of my fan in the attempt to counteract the heat, and reduce the makeup drip off. I've even been known to do more environmental damage via electricity use by standing in front of the open freezer post hot roller application to prep my face for foundation... well it was August and my belief was if I am going to get some lovin' I best put my face on.

Sand: It's dusty, it's dirty and it gets into the most unfortunate of places

Skin: So I get that this is part of the whole summer lovin' thing - because well every inch of social permitable for exposure skin is out there, and a lot that shouldn't be seen... and while I know the boys love the boobs or whatever else, for someone like myself prone to burn lobster red in less time than it takes for your frappe to melt, it's pure evil. If whatever is exposed is not covered in SPF 80 and then covered by clothing I might as well not leave the house - and even then. I've been known to burn in the shade, if I don't burn, I get one hell of a heat rash... that's actually worse surprisingly.

Then of course once you're good and burned the skin starts to peel and unless you've already found someone to love you unconditionally enough to loofah your back and all those unreachable regions you are left to peel in the most unfortunate of fashions.

There's also the bug bites, allergies, and all the other small and large annoyances at this time of year. It's enough to make me want to stay inside in the dark with my fan, homemade iced tea (or a mojito) and a good book... if that sounds like your cup of iced tea then come on in and join me...

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