Spring Time.

If you’ve gone through puberty, you know what spring fever is.  After months of staying inside and wearing sweats, spring is finally here bringing with it sundresses, sandals and swim suits.  Forget Christmas, as a single person it’s probably the most wonderful time of the year.  If you’ve been alone all winter long, the birds and the bees bring you new hope.  Some scientists argue that this is the mating season for animals coming out of hibernation.  Pheromones run wild to attract potential mates.  Regardless of how applicable this theory is to human mating, one afternoon at the pool and you know that flowers aren’t the only thing blossoming this time of year.

Spring fever takes over and we want to pair up.  People finally stop wearing one hundred layers and you can actually see a body that was hiding November to March.  If you are on a college campus this is all too familiar.  People starting dating after spring break. Logically, this makes no sense, especially in terms of long term relationships.  But hey, my hormones are calling and I just don’t want to fight your shaggy hair and sun kissed skin.  

Come June, spring fever leads to summer madness (which has no scientific significance, yet).  It’s the only time of the year that’s acceptable to have a fling at any age.  You can blame it on the sun, a magical vacation, the stars and the moon, your carefree state of mind.  Who wouldn’t want to mix and mingle when they don’t have to worry about homework, the nine to five, or bills?  Besides, summer relationships can turn into something real.  At least that’s what I learned from watching Grease.  Logically, this does actually make sense.  I’m a much more appealing person in the summer when I’m not stressed about responsibility and am wearing seersucker.  It’s the perfect time of the year to put my best chaco-tanned foot forward.    

Fourth of July fireworks, bring it on.