Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Throw Your Pheromones In The Air, And Wave Them Like You Just Don't Care

June. A month of many good things. The most important being the kick-off to hookup season. Every summer, after Memorial Day, crazy shit flies around in the air and people start hooking up left and right. I don't know if it's the odiferous sweatiness that attracts, or the fact that people are now walking around half-naked, but if your winter has been less than desirable, your summer will usually rock, in the name of getting laid...a lot. And this summer is no exception.

You gotta love the beginning of a relationship, in all its giddiness and glory. In many (if not most) cases, two strangers meet, give one another the batty eyelashes, and the games begin. There's the inevitable number exchange, the phone call game, and sexual tension so thick you can cut it with a knife and slather it with hand-churned butter. (Shit, this is making me hungry.)

I always dig the first stages of getting to know someone...maybe because it's so similar to our biological nature. It's a survival of the fittest, where notetaking and comparing is essential. If the other person in question can swim through the tests of going out with the person in public, introducing them to your group of friends (if necessary), and most importantly, determining whether or not you could stand to see them for consecutive mornings, they've made it, because all of those things are potential obstacles. But hey, if you can overcome them, you're golden. (Or pregnant, but we'll hope for the former.)

It's so exciting to see the person's name on your caller ID, or to run into them somewhere, or to work yourself up to the frenzy of the first kiss, or the first sleepover, or whatnot. Shit, I love it.

I really don't have a whole lot to say beyond this, other than that I wish everyone an ass-filled summer.

posted by KA @ 10:37 PM