Weeks Since the Summer of Boys Began: 19
Total “Somethings” Dated During the Summer of Boys: 5
Total “Somethings” Dated: 7
Total “Pounds” Shed During the Summer of Boys: 40
Total Best Summers Ever: 1
Wow. It’s so hard to even know where to start. I mean there I was. 4 months ago. Thinking. I’m really going to do this. I’m going to have myself some breezy fun with the Boys of Summer (fix links). And then I’m going to write about it. And share my fears. My torments. My dry spells. My lusty kisses. My total slutdamonium. My weightloss. My struggles. My triumphs. My lessons learned. My humor. Perhaps even a tear or two. With the interweb. With strangers. Blogger buddies. And real life friends alike. (Didn’t know I’d be sharing it with “somethings” too.) I mean. That’s what one could dream about. Because honestly. I never really dreamed it would get more than a few hits. And I expected those to come from TheHell. And Rain. And the 3 or 4 other friends I could maybe bribe (with promises of buying them beers and candy at a later date) to read. I mean. Would my dating life even be that interesting? Would people really want to read about it?
And here I am. 4 months later. A better person for it all. Because I lived it. It happened. I was open to it. And even when I was closed to it. I was still there. Still experiencing it. And honestly. Regardless of the all the idiocy and retardation. I can honestly say. I had the summer of my life. And certainly it wasn’t just the dating. It was a combination. The Dating. The Blog. Blogger Buddies. Real life friendships. Softball. An amazing new team. Amazing new friends. Weightloss. The Gym. The Boys. The Ups and Downs. The freakin’ hilarity of it all. A wedding weekend of wildcards and wonderful women. A softball reunion and old friends. Saturdays out for food tastings and talk. Coffee chats. New friends. Renewed friendships. Quality time. Bonding. Video games and doritos. Stizzlicious. And love. Perhaps not romantic love. But family. Friends. Dreams. Happiness. Love was everywhere this summer. Love doesn’t care about douchebags and retarded boys. I am cotton-candy-swaddled in love. And this summer. Really was the best ever. Except for next year. And every one that follows. I can only hope. Yours was as good.
But alas. With the end of summer. Comes school. And with school. Comes new priorities. It’s no longer just about fun and flamboyancy. It’s time to buckle down and be about it. And what does that mean for you, my cherished readers. Well. For right now. Not a WHOLE lot. Because I’ve been preparing. And I’ve got you covered. Post-wise. For quite the little while. And I’ll still be here. To read your comments. And correct typos in my posts. And for me. It meant. Removing my PlentyofFish.com profile. But you never know. When a story about a “something” might come along. And under the profession you may very well see. Student. Professor. Coffee Shop Barista. Librarian. Or Fitness Trainer. (in case it wasn’t obvious these are the only people I will be coming in contact with for the next couple of months).
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