Dirty Girl: The Loins of Summer

    The end of summer was always kind of sad for your Dirty Girl. After all, summer is kind of the wild season. Clothes are skimpier, drinks flow freely and everyone is ready for action, especially me. Well, I had a good, naughty run of it this past summer.
It began with one wicked tryst with an off-limits guy. You know what I'm talking about. I'll incriminate myself here and just say that while he should have taken his wedding vows a little more seriously, I probably should have seen the gold cuff as a big NO sign. And yet, he was a powerful type of guy who spent $100 on drinks for us one night and I just couldn't stop myself.
    It all started with me telling the guy off. I strutted up to him with my hands on my hips to inform him that he was a jerk. I'll leave it at that because if I tell too much, he'll be busted and that might not be such a good thing. By the end of the night, though, we were grappling each other like a pair of Greco-Roman wrestlers in the nude Olympics. I kept calling him by other guys' names; he ate it up and me, too.
    Moving onto more single pastures, by months' end, I was living it up at a party at no less than my ex-boyfriend's ex-wife's house (keep up with me, people!). Sometime over the last few years, she and I had become friends. When she and her new boyfriend (now fiancé!) moved into their new hamlet in Hampden, they had a cookout. I never say no to cookouts because you never know who you'll meet.
In the middle of the party, someone accidentally released a canister of pepper spray which sent everyone out of the house and onto the front porch. It was perfect timing. The ex-boyfriend showed up which wasn't so great, but I looked right past him as I saw a cute guy in aviator sunglasses and a buzz cut driving by in a truck. I was in luck! He was a late-arriving guest.
    Before he could settle in, Mr. Aviators was fetching me a beer and flitting back and forth between flirting with me and a precocious 8-year-old girl who had developed a crush on him almost as instantly as I had. While several of the single girls at the party followed him around vying for his attentions, by the end of the evening, he was asking me if we could get out of there together. I happily obliged.
We skipped off to a friends somewhat sedate birthday party with a few other friends, but continued to flirt madly. When he suggested, yet again, that we leave, we jumped into my car and eventually made our way back to my place. Ten minutes later our lips were locked in a passionate and yummy kiss. It was all we did, but it was hotter than all the sex I'd had in the previous year. We had some serious sparks.
    When Mr. Aviators failed to call, I decided to move on. As much as I wanted to see where else things might lead, a modern Dirty Girl cannot sit home alone waiting by the phone hoping, so I dusted off my pride and hit the town. By Artscape, I found myself delightfully surprised by one crazy night with a friend of a friend.
The gentleman in question was the oldest guy I'd been out with in years—he's only in his early 40s, but when you're used to dating boys in their 20s, it's a real shift in thinking. We kept running into each other all weekend, but Sunday night, we'd decided to run into each other naked at his oven-like apartment. I was in for a pleasant, Magnum XL-sized surprise.

 

    All of the activities of summer were the perfect remedy to get me over the guy I'd been hung up on for the past several months. When I finally revealed my feelings to him, it wasn't a complete disaster, but it didn't go as hoped. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but in a few days we pulled it together and decided to keep our friendship intact. A few weeks later, after the bruises to my ego had healed, I decided that it was a blessing he didn't grab me and pull me into his arms and become my instant boyfriend. I'm not quite finished being single.
    Mr. Aviators sent me a text message one night recently while I was surfing the aisles of Target. He apologized for not calling—said he'd really wanted to but after our meeting, he went on vacation for over a week and then was away on business for a few more days and thought too much time had passed to call me. He felt awkward calling me, but I told him we should toss the crazy rules of dating out the window and just see where things take us.
  Something tells me winter might give summer a run for its money. I’ll keep you posted. ;)