I'll be the first to readily admit that DC has weakened me. The girl who left West Texas on a day when the thermometer hit 111 degrees is about to complain about how "hot" it is. Perhaps I won't complain, but I'm going to at least mention it. The problem is the radical shift in temperature. Just last week I needed a light jacket to fight off a chill. Now even my lighter clothing feels like it weighs 100lbs in this heat. Of course, wearing an inappropriate jacket because you expect the office to be its usual frigid self and having to walk to the art store over lunch doesn't exactly help the problem.
Walking through the park this afternoon got me thinking about romance during the summer. My first thought was how I should only date people in the winter. Ha! I thought of how hot (we're talking temperature here) it is and how I wouldn't want someone rubbing up on me in this heat. Then I passed under some trees offering shade, a breeze hit, and suddenly summer romance looked swell.
I also saw a girl painting her toenails over newspaper.
honestly, the only "rubbing" i'd be doing would take place in an indoor, air conditioned place. but i know what you mean.
ReplyDeletehumidity is the worst.
~Allie
Yeah it's hard to feel attractive when fighting heat and humidity. But hey, if he's hot (hott) too then it's ok.
ReplyDeleteMmmm summer lovin'! (and by "lovin'" I mean sweet, innocent romance;)
When I moved from Cincinnati to Albuquerque, I was told that the summers weren't that bad because it is a "dry heat". "They" lied. Hot is HOT!
ReplyDeleteWell I don't really know about you, but I'm definately all about the hard core super hot (temp), sweaty fuck session.....
ReplyDeleteBarron
lol...
ReplyDelete