As I was walking home from happy hour tonight, I passed a house where a handful of people were sitting on their front porch were listening to Ray Charles, and I got to thinking. (Nothing good ever comes of this…) Is it so wrong to want to meet a guy who wants to sit on a front porch on a beautiful summer evening, listen to some mellow music and just talk? Catch up on the week, figure out plans for the weekend? [Or go to soccer games…or NASCAR races…or parties…or really kinda do anything at all]
I usually don’t get all maudlin about my terminally single status (at least not on this here blog) and this won’t become a habit, but I’ve been feeling the pangs of not having a summer fling lately. Or even a summer crush. As E says, why hasn’t he magically appeared in my living room?