summer fling

Love & Sex

Fall showed up this week like something out of an Alice Hoffman novel, landing flatly and without prelude on my thermostat as the sun set on Labor Day. The humidity dissipated like perfume when someone leaves the room; the lush August greenery was suddenly edged with brown, blowing in a breeze that pricked goosebumps onto… READ MORE »


Can I tell you something sort of depressing? The summer is almost over (okay, two sort of depressing things) … and I haven’t gotten any action in months. You guys, I need to have a summer fling. The weather will only be warm enough for strappy sundresses for a little while longer. I must put… READ MORE »

End of Summer

I entered the hostel common room and plunked down on the couch next to a sunburned Norwegian in flip-flops. The plasma television was tuned to European MTV, which in the Balkans apparently still broadcasts music videos. A gaggle of Irish girls, likely still part of the channel’s demographic, drank cocktails from coffee mugs. They had… READ MORE »

Love & Sex

It’s been three summers now during which I’ve been single. And each time around May, I contemplate the “spring-summer” romance. Magic? Or tragic? Unfortunately for me, past summer hookups have been nothing short of tragedies. But perhaps this is because I haven’t gone about finding that summer fling in the right way. Probably because my… READ MORE »

Love & Sex

It’s become my understanding that “sex on the beach” is a cliché that leads to sand in bad places. However, sex and beach are both words that bring to mind the ultimate summer fling. Scantily clad bodies, sun, surf, outdoor bars, gleaming tans, it all makes for a lovely little fantasy. Unfortunately, fantasies often come… READ MORE »