Ghosts of Summers Past

If I’ve been looking for a cosmic sign to reassure myself that I’m neither broken nor past my expiration date, then it came this weekend in the form of a parade of former flings!  I went to the beach for less than 24 hours and ran into:

Hot Hair - whom I haven’t and barely heard from since we hung out over Memorial Day. He gave me a wink (perhaps a ‘I hung out with you and dropped off the radar’, though more likely ‘you are looking cute, see you later).  I did not see him later because he didn’t make it out but we did exchange a few texts which reinforced a few things: a) gosh is he cute b) gosh is he flaky and c) he is not dating material and it’s time that I listen to my more evolved instincts and move on!

The Teacher - flashback to February and The Teacher from match.com. At the time, he was freshly out of a relationship and tried to hit up the dating scene too soon. It was great to see him and we agreed to meet up for a drink sometime....just as friends.

Mr. Nice Guy - (see August 2012).  Still nice as ever, we had a fun, witty exchange and followed with a few texts. I could foresee a possible hang out in the future....just as friends.

What did I take away from this whirlwind of Ghosts of Summers Past?  I’ve spent so much time being hard on myself and repeating some awful thoughts and theories that only exist in my nightmares, not in reality. When I pull out all of the positives (like being warmly greeted by 3 past flings) the story takes a totally different shape!

Memorial Day Madness

The beach weekend kicked off over Memorial Day and I returned for another year of splitting a beach house with a bunch of young professionals in Avalon.  As soon as I arrived at the popular bar in the beach town, I got a text from Hot Hair (went out a few times in the summer of ‘11, hung out a few times in the summer of ‘12).  He asked where I was and quickly came to meet me.  As he walked up, he hair looked as hot as ever and he had a smoldering look in his eye. He gave me a big, warm hug and said, “you look fantastic, you look exactly the same as the day I met you!”  That’s all that it took for me to step outside of my self-chosen Convent and commence melting.  

We hung out Friday night and Saturday night and he said we should hang out in the city sometime because he just bought a place there. I said that sounded good and after a weekend filled with smoldering looks and compliments (practically soul food for a single gal), I was looking forward to seeing him again.

I left the beach on Sunday to spend the rest of the weekend with Grace and good friends. All around a fantastic weekend. I texted Hot Hair on Monday evening and in a flirty way asked how the rest of the beach weekend was and he wrote back a bland, normal answer. I sent a second very cute text about the rest of my weekend and awaited a response.  Crickets. Crickets. He never wrote back!  I had forgotten one key thing - he is flaky!  I discovered this early on after we met 2 summers ago. Rediscovered it again last year. And here he is yet again...same hot hair, same flakiness.

While I am sure I’ll hear from him again, I also know he pays attention only to what is right in front of him in the moment.  So I’m not taking it personally but at the same time there is a bit of disappointment as I could have soaked in a few more smoldering looks and compliments before getting my fill.