You guys hear that in the air? The birds chirping, the beer flowing, the girls flirting? Yes, its June now, and despite there being a few weeks until the calender officially changes, as far as Im concerned, summer has most definitely arrived.
I love summer. How can you not? The sun is out and the weathers warm, and with that comes all the little clothes that girls love to gallivant around in, showing off their wonderful assets that for too long have been cooped up in sweatpants and bubble jackets. Moreover, everyone seems to have a more carefree attitude in the summertime when it comes to, ahem, love and dating (I use those terms in the most casual way possible). Hell, my entire double life as a sex blogger started after the incredibly slutty summer of 2006. And lets be honest, you never hear anyone singing about how they had themselves a blast with winter lovin, do you?
Yes, summers a good time all around, and one of the best parts of living in New York during the summer is the close proximity of all the beach resorts that the tri-state area offers. You could head way east to the Hamptons, go club-hopping and get yourself in Page 6 with the rest of the uber-cool cash-dropping Gossip Girl-types. You could head to Fire Island on the south shore of Long Island, where former New York residents and not-so-hip baby boomers will question your sexuality (not that theres anything wrong with that) and the Strong Island-types refer to their home island as (I shit you not) the Mainland. Or you could head down to the Jersey shore, where I myself have never been and would love to make fun of, except that I think the fact that its in Jersey inherently lends itself to being the butt of any number of jokes anyway.
This is all a very roundabout way of informing the masses that I headed out to Fire Island last weekend, and while the weekend couldve had the potential to be the proverbial gold mine of new women, it instead turned into exhibit A of why I need to start using a dating site, such as Ignighter, to drastically increase my social circle.
Lets see if I can keep this straight while using letters as names so as to protect the (not so) innocent . . .
1. I went out there as a guest of a girl, K, whom I recently began dating in the last month. Regardless of how serious it is (not), and while I wasnt going to shade out and go home from a bar with anyone else, I still wouldnt have turned down the opportunity to pick up a phone number or two while I was out there (gold mine, remember?).
2. I met K through another girl, M, whom I originally met off a dating website back in the fall and took out a couple times. It never went anywhere, ostensibly because I was very forthcoming about my history of being a blogger. Turns out that she didnt really care about that, she just wasnt into me. Meh. Either way, M and I have seen each twice since October the first time being at her party where I met K, and the second time being this weekend in the sharehouse.
3. M did a sharehouse last summer as well, and during that summer she met X, who just happened to have gone to school with me and seriously dated two of my close friends during that four year span, including my senior year roommate. X also stayed with us this weekend, and in the aftermath, may or may not be getting into something with one of my current roommates.
4. Finally, X grew up with a girl, T, who happens to be the twin sister of L, the bat-shit crazy girl I dated whom I spoke about in a recent post. It was also brought to my attention during that particular courtship that T herself had actually tried to ask me out via a dating website on more than one occasion, but was rebuffed because while T is very funny, L unfortunately got the vast majority of the looks when that zygote split into two.
That was the house that I stayed in this past weekend: a girl Im dating, her friend whom I tried to date, a girl who dated multiple friends of mine, and a girl who has asked me out and is the twin sister of another girl that I dated. And until this weekend, I knew each of them entirely independently of each other. Are you kidding? Is that not a little ridiculous? The whole thing was one degree of Andrew. It was as if the summer gods had gotten together and decided that under no circumstances was I to do anything that was even remotely not on the up-and-up (a belief that was later confirmed when I inexplicably faceplanted while giving K a piggyback ride, thereby rendering my face into something akin to the Phantom of the Opera).
As you can imagine, the weekend featured no shortage of awkward moments. There was M spewing no fewer than three comments in front of K talking about our dates and how she totally blew me off (believe you me, I got the better end of THAT deal). And there was T, who when asked if shed seen K, responded with a very obnoxious, you mean the girl youre f*c&ing? I mean, cmon. Sure, she couldve described her sister in that manner, but you dont say that within earshot of the girl Im currently dating and her friends. Then again, karma got T back for that one, in the form of a bathroom security guy at one of the bars. I shit you not.
Needless to say, I definitely got closer to K over the weekend, if for no other reason than by out of necessity, because I certainly wasnt meeting anyone else. And so I return from my first summer weekend with two paths ahead of me from which to choose. I could stick with K, and turn her into my very own Olivia Newton-John for the next few months. On the other hand, I get out there with some of you Ignighter folk, because clearly, I need to meet more people ... Ignighter here I come.
