Funny enough, Cat, you actually were close on why I’m predicting this to be a good summer.
Love, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We’re expecting you.
Love, life’s sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
Love Boat soon will be making another run
The Love Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Love won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
Yes LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It’s LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
Summer love, anyway. A summer fling. ‘Summer days, drifting away but, oh, those summer nights!’
It’s Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial beginning of summer. Maine is a great place to be in the summer. And I’ve been planning to make this a great summer anyway. But now I’m fairly certain that it will be.
I wish I were going to be spending the summer in Montreal, as Cat suggested, but her first suggestion, about being a Love Boat guy, well…. Something like that. (What the hell is a ‘Hands up, baby! Hands up!’ resort? I’m kind of afraid to ask, actually.)
He’s here only for the summer. Very well defined. Can’t get any big ideas because it’s far too short. But already someone I could see myself falling for in a different situation (i.e., neither of us leaving the city in a few months). This is a good thing. It confirms what I kept trying to tell myself after the break up: there are other guys out there that I could potentially feel as strongly for; it would be really stupid to continue to pine after the ex, waiting for him to change his mind–it might happen, but it might just not be meant to be.
In other news, the weather here has been GORGEOUS. Sun, some clouds, temps the past couple of days floating between 18C and 22C. Low humidity.
I wore shorts and sandals all day yesterday for the first time this year. It was wonderful. Except that my feet are sunburned now. Not too terribly, but enough.