I first noticed him at a Madaraka Day barbecue.
Standing by the pool, all tanned and effortlessly sexy in a white polo and cargo shorts, he looked like he'd just stepped off a page of the J Crew catalog.
When our eyes met, he flashed a big smile and my heart skipped a beat. I took a gulp of your watermelon-tini and tried to look nonchalant.
Later, he "accidentally" bumped into me at the grill when we both reached for the last hot dog bun at the same time.
We shared a laugh, then he said, "I'll give you this bun on one condition ... You give me your phone number." (Okay, so his line was a little cheesy, but I went for it!)
Since then, we have been inseparable. Frolicking in the waves at the beach... Kissing at the top of the yatch... Strolling on the sandy beach eating ice cream...
Life is a whirlwind of excitement as days blur together like one of those montage scenes in a romantic movie, all set to the song "I'll stop the world and melt with you..."
For the entire month of June, we haven't had a care in the world. Except now ... it's July. The official end-point of my vacation. I have suddenly woken up to realize that these carefree days can't go on forever.
I find yourself thinking, "This has been a lot of fun, but where is it going?" Do I and Mr. X(es?) have the staying power to last into September...
...Or will our romance fade faster than my summer tan?
In other words:
Is this The Real Thing or just a Fling?