Summer love

Love may be an overstatement, but lust definitely fits the season.

It's been a Monday, and I promised myself I would write today. So I'm sitting at my local pub in front of a laptop and glass of wine (okay two). I cranked out more than two pages of my novel, so I'm happy. It's getting harder to write as I get closer to the end. Capturing the right emotions and words matter, so getting away from the distractions of work and home help.

As I walked over, the sky got darker and rain fell. A couple of thunder bolts clapped and I made it to my favorite writing table next to the window just in time.

From this vantage point, I've seen people head home from the bus and others walk their dogs. As I've sat here, a few couples have strolled by. They seem into each other - new relationship-like - a little uncomfortable, but happy just the same.

Summer love. It's fun. Usually.

A few sips in and about a paragraph into my writing, the guy I hung out with briefly around Christmas time came in and planted himself at the bar. Then a few minutes later, a tall, lanky woman sat next to him. They clearly planned their meeting. I continue to write and they keep small talking. She talked for at least 30 minutes about her dog and he sat quietly. Listening, I suppose.

I know him. Kind of. He's happy as long as he gets his alcohol and pussy - as long as no one knows about the pussy part. He's private, you know, a deal breaker in my book.  But he's the one who can't let go. Every once in a while, he gushes about how amazing I look and hard it is not to take me home. He showers me with uncomfortable looks and texts and Facebook messages. Really?

Really.

I don't think he's seen me yet and I hope to slip out unnoticed. I'm wearing one of his favorite skirts - one he's gone crazy over before.

The rain has stopped and the sun's shining again on the new summer lovers. I'm thrilled he's found his new summer love and hope he rides off into the sunset with her into pussy heaven. Whatever makes the new summer lovers happy makes me even happier.

Love to the single girls,
Addison