Misti | Not really. I like to call the summer of '95 the Summer of Love but it was really the Summer of Lust...a sad string of one or two or three at the most night stands. There was a younger guy named Dallas I especially enjoyed. He was mostly deaf in his left ear. He was a Libra with hazel eyes. He went out at night and stole things that he would pawn. I asked him for his driver's license but he wouldn't give it to me 'cause he needed it for the pawn shop. Our banter was incredible. But he thought his girlfriend back in Keller was even more incredible. I listen to Beach Boys songs and bitterly wish I had been some surfer guy's little surfer girl, going to second base under the boardwalk...hanging out at bonfire parties...going to some seaside carnival and seeing the ecstatic lights as I clutched a purple bear my guy had won for me knocking down milk bottles. |
Inflatable Sushi | yes |
RennieLorca | Yes, but for a time "A Summer Song" (Stuart/Metcalfe/Noble) / Chad & Jeremy wistfully singing could reduce tough me to tears over a first one. There have been more, and better since (thank goodness). Maybe (she muses wistfully) another really good one someday ..... Rennie |
B.K. | Yes, one famous pop singer and one famous country singer ha (but of course different summers and both were just starting out and not famous at the time) |
scqueen | Hendersonville, NC...1975-1977 and the boys at Camp Kanuga... Where are they nearly 30 years later? |
deevaa | with fondess, ahh.... I recall some of the things we did during the fling with fondess, however the fling on the whole no, I don't recall that with fondness. :-) |
CryingShame58 | Yes, I was thirteen and he was fourteen...he was my first love...it was what is referred to...as i think as "requited" love (if that isn't right, please someone correct me). anyway, he lived across the street from me and we were best friends...we spent everyday together and many nights gazing up at the stars...i was naive as we rode double on a bicycle...stared in each other's eyes for hours, but never kissed...my family and I moved away from that city in August...after we moved we confessed our love for each other in letters...how i missed him and how he missed me! A few years later I was able to visit him for a little while and we were still friends...Recently, I tried to search for his email address through classmates.com, but didn't find it... |
Kirk | Summer camp was always the best for those little romances... from my first kiss w/ KJ to my final fling with the wonderfully named Dawn Saylor... |
bp | no |
Kase | Johnny---last year....The end of July and the begining of August, my sweet sixteen and I reuntied. It was pure sweetness and I felt like I was 16 all over. We relived some good times, but we've always been good friends and we moved on. He's married with a baby on the way, and I met the love of my life shortly after Johnny and I seperated, but I can still remember him with fondness and and a big goofy grin. Everytime I hear the song "Strawberry Wine" I smile inside and get the warm fuzzies.... |
bp | no again |
bp | no again, there was some raw sex w/ a guy's wife while he stayed in the closet and mastribated |
Tanqueray Cowboy | Yes and no. One night... that started late in a warm, almost tepid, San Antonio swimming pool. What is it about night swimming? It was for me the answer to my prayers (my college crush) and for her it was... well... a fling. Bitch. |
Misti | There was a drummer from Austin. We partied with the band in the hotel room and the manager came to the room because I was acting too rowdy on the roof. I didn't have sex with the drummer dude but we made out hardcore in the pool for about an hour. I wasn't that into him. Next question? |
B.K. | Hey, I thought this was supposed to be fond memories? |
Misti | Otter Pops! Especially the blue one! I was deeply in love with Otter Pops. And Cherry Coke when it first came out and riding my bike to the store with my best friend and buying candy and smelly stickers. Oh, and discussing "Twilight Zone" episodes and watching MTV back when it was fantasy, not reality. We drooled over George Michael and Duran Duran. |