I’ve done absolutely nothing productive today – besides bake something incredibly inappropriate – because I’ve had my head stuck in this book for the last 24 hours.
I’m a sucker for chick lit and anything summer/beach related. I know you’re probably shocked.
Do you have an awesome summer love story? Can you please tell it to me? As in right now? In the comments?
You can even make one up.
I want to be 17 again and frolic on the beach.
Or eat a grilled cheese and watch Dancing with the Stars.
Whichever comes first.
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There was a kid whose family was always camping the same time we were camping. His name was Kevin. My summer love. Hahaha not really. But he did hold my hand.
I like this Kevin guy. But not as much as Dave.
P.S. don’t yell at me my dear Abby for reading mindless fluff!
i have little versions…. silly little summer things that were as big as the moon then… they even warrant “star like” status now, in my memory… but I would absolutely be willing to make up a truly novel worthy one for you!
The Island is such a good book. I may or may not be embarrassed to say I read it in two days. She is a wonderful author.
No embarrassment! At this rate I will finish it in 24 hours. I actually haven’t loved her other books that much, but I think that’s because they are very real (not always having the happy ending you want) … it’s a good thing though!
This is a tragic love story.
In 1st grade, my boyfriend’s name was Patrick. We ate hamburgers and popsicles on the second story of my backyard swingset. Obviously true love. One day at the local pool, he kissed me underwater.
Then…at the end of the summer…he moved…to Oregon. Which, even at 6 years old, I knew was extremely far away from Texas.
(I then had a boyfriend dry-spell until 10th grade. I had a very long awkward/gangly phase.)
Summer love is the best. I think my most memorable instance of it was in the summer of 2009, when I was studying abroad in London.
My program was relatively short – just 5 weeks. About 3 days into my program, I started hanging out with another guy from the program (so yeah, he was just a fellow Michigander – not a cute English guy with an accent. This is admittedly a let-down of my story) every free second we had. We had such a strangely strong connection. I had never felt so in tune with somebody in my life! We spent so much time doing classic London things – pub-crawling, long walks along the embankment, sight-seeing…
A couple of weeks later, after spending many, many days (and nights!) together, we took a long weekend trip to Paris. We explored every nook and cranny of Paris together — the Eiffel Tower (both at day and at night, when it sparkles), Notre Dame, Champs-Élysées, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, the Seine River, and more. We took naps in parks in the sunshine after having picnics of French baguettes and cheese.
Do I even need to mention the food? Oh, the food. Now that I’m thinking about this again, my love affair with French cuisine and pastries may have been more intense than my love affair with the man I was with.
After returning to Michigan from Europe when our program was done, we dated for a while. But something was missing — maybe it was Europe, or summer. It was definitely the epitome of a summer love. :)
I love you for this.
Wow that sounds absolutely magical. Great great story.
Thinking back pretty much all my romances have been tragic. Can I get back to you at the end of this summer? I’m head over heels for my current boyfriend (and after all the past losers it’s not hard to tell that he’s a great catch) and this should be a pretty great summer…
I am excited for you… you MUST keep me posted!
Oh I will! B and I met sometime last October, my sorority is the sister to his fraternity (Engineers unite!) and mostly just interacted when we would see each other in the engineering building. A few weeks later the guy that was supposed to go with me to my sorority’s formal backed out so I desperately needed a date (already paid for ticket) so I asked B since I knew he would be a ton of fun. At that point I had no extra feelings for him. I had always thought he was cute but he’s younger than I am so I just expected us to be friends. He said that he would come and he even helped me set everything up. It was a hoedown theme and I realized halfway through dinner that I forgot my cowboy hat in the car. Without me asking, he got up, ran to the car and grabbed the hat. So sweet and we had a ton of fun that night. The following week was Thanksgiving break and that was when we started spending time together. A few weeks later my cousin was in town visiting so we cooked him and his roommate dinner one night. Ended up drinking a lot of wine, somehow ended up also drinking Monster, wound up with a migraine and he took care of me the entire night. He went home to northern California for a few weeks during semester break but after he came back to campus, we cooked dinner, watched Sixteen Candles and he asked me to be his girlfriend. Everything has just been amazing since then and this Sunday I’m graduating and then Monday I turn 23 and he’s baking my birthday cake and he said for my birthday we are doing whatever it is that I want because it’s my day and already lined up for the summer we are taking a trip to St. Louis, we are going to Shakespeare in the Park, and he’s skipping a brotherhood camping trip to come with me to a wedding. :)
P.S. Really wonderful summer read = “The Ride of Our Lives” by Mike Leonard
I love my own love story! I had a crush on Keith when I was 15 (he was 26…um…yeah) and he thought I was a bratty kid. I was. We were at this roller skating party (our families were friends) and the DJ started throwing out these plastic beaded necklaces. I didn’t get one. Keith being the nice guy he was gave me his red one. I cherished it. I hung it on my review mirror when I got my car 2 years later. I never threw it away. And when we got married 10 years after that skating party I wrapped my bridal bouquet with those same cheap plastic red beads.
I LOVE your story too! Always have!
My Summer love story happened when I was 13. I fell madly in whatever it is 13 year olds fall into with the 11 year old (Hey! He was mature and manly for his age! He had three upper lip hairs, which qualifies a guy for manly at that age.) on the track team I was on. We had a wonderful Summer… lots of kissing, hand holding and hiding from his little brother.
Then he left me for a girl with bigger boobs. I was devastated. But I was also still boobless. Sigh.
This probably wasn’t the happy ending you were looking for is it? :-D
So we’re in a long distance relationship (I’m in London, studying; he remained home). For our second year anniversary he came to London, unanounced, and waited for me on a bench on my way home from university. After 5 minutes during which I was still trying to figure out what he was doing there, I could breathe again. Then he waited a day and a half for me to submit an important essay and immediately after he showed me two train tickets to Paris. Nice anniversary, huh?
summer of ’03. tiny village in loire valley of france. smells of 13th century castle memories lofting through every crevice of the property. dining on fresh goat cheese from the only cafe in town and lovely french wine filling the body. 20 something love-struck girl living on her own for the first time ever. in france. without her love-struckee. finds herself traveling to the middle-of-nowhere france for a spontaneous weekend with a new friend sharing stories of being love-struck, still missing love-struckee with every fiber of her being. the girls thought it would be fun to see a formula one race. they hitched a ride with two random oldies they met at a cafe the night before. in the process of buying tickets to said race, love struck girl feels a tap on her shoulder and sees love-struckee with a gorgeous diamond ring on bended knee asking her to be his wife. best part of story: his shirt had sleeves. :)
It’s not really a summer love story, but I had the biggest crush on this guy in 7th grade. Last name Campbell. I would pray to God to one day make my last name Campbell because I wanted to marry this boy. Craziness I know. But guess what my fiance’s last name is? :-) And no, it’s not the boy from 7th grade. That would just be insane. PS-How’s the book? I was going to download it to my Nook.
Hmmm…. I’ll take 25 annnnnd the grilled cheese! and the beach. kthx!
I met Gary in October through church events. I was 18 and he was 25. My parents were horrified and so we obviously began dating right away. I was in university studying hard but quickly my grades fell and ALL my time was spent with Gary. I quit school 2 semesters later. He loved to work and quickly I meshed into his life getting to do all sorts of grown-up things ( like paint his house and buy towels) that I had never got to do on my own yet. That summer he did all sorts of farm work. So many many many summer days were spent in the tractor or driving the truck through a hay field. I felt like I was in dream land living the life I always wanted with a tanned handsome man with big farm-boy arms. I was definitely in love. On late nights off work we would drive to the city and go for fancy dinners or watch late movies. We went to plays and firework shows. And he wrote me letters and poems. Some mornings I would wake up to a text message saying there was something in the mail box for me. Usually it was a big bouquet of flowers or fancy chocolates. I felt like a princess being spoiled at every opportunity. Fast forward 2 years later, and now we are married and have a farm of our own! The field work will be starting any day and I can guarantee you I will be sitting in the kid seat in the tractor keeping Gary company while he spreads manure. How romantic haha. By the way…the flowers and the chocolates and the poems and letters…they drastically stop once you get married. Not that I am complaining, quality time is even better!
Ooo I love chick-lit! I have a list of books that you might like. Not all of them revolve around the summer/beach but they’re still pretty good, if I do say so myself :]
“Can You Keep a Secret” – Sophie Kinsella
“The Devil Wears Prada” – Lauren Weisberger (the book is even better than the movie…and that movie was amazing, so you know you’re in for a treat)
“Eat, pray, love” – Elizabeth Gilbert (way better than the movie)
“This Charming Man” – Marian Keyes (this one’s kind of sad, but it keeps you hooked)
“Along for the Ride” – Sarah Dessen (about teenagers, not adults, but Dessen is an amazing author)
“The Truth About Forever” – Sarah Dessen (again, about a teenager)
“Maid of Honour” Jillian Conley
“The Bake Off” Beth Kendrick
“Bitter is the New Black” – Jen Lancaster
“In Her Shoes” – Jennifer Weiner
“The Next Thing on My List” – Jill Smolinski
“I Never Fancied Him Anyway” – Claudia Carroll
Annnnnd that’s what I can think of right now. I know the list makes me seem like this loser who sits in a closet and reads books with a flashlight, but I assure you I have a life :P I just read these over the years and they’re my favourites, so hopefully you’ll like at least one of them!
By the way, I made the Caprese salad pasta today and oh my damness, it was pure cheesy heaven! Absolutely loved it!
I don’t have a summer love story nor am I good at making them up. I am good at eating grilled cheese sandwiches though!
Well after all but giving up on love and deciding to take a chance with online dating, I ended up meeting someone clear on the other end of the continent! We started talking about a year ago and waited several months before meeting as it was the first time I’d ever done anything like this and I wanted to be suuuuper careful. So what do you know, after 4 months of e-mails and phone conversations he flew to Idaho with his family and a couple of months later I stayed with them in New York. He came back again with his family (and this time they met my family!!) and everyone got along great – even better than I could have imagined. In 10 days I fly back out to New York and we’re going to spend the week in Washington DC and I’m going to meet his grandparents and some of his extended family. Things are looking good – I’ve already booked a flight to spend Christmas with him :) Oh, and he’s a minister – how hot is that??! :D
One of my favorite authors is francine rivers…just read any if hers, especially the mark of the lion trilogy!
yesssssssss!!!!!!! my very favorite book in the world is “a voice in the wind”!!! i don’t even know how many times i’ve read that trilogy now! =)
Redeeming Love…Omgoodness, could not put that amazing book down.
I read all of her short books about Women in the BIble. Awesome.
her books are great!!!
When I was 7, there was a boy in my class that had a huge crush on me. He used to follow me around and tell me I was “sexy”. I thought he was gross. He kissed me in class one day and I ran to the teacher and told on him.
Fast forward 9 years and I was head over heals in love with him. We would hide in the forest together, and he would tell me how pretty I was. When my mom wouldnt let me out at night he would sit in the garden outside my window and we would talk all night long. He loved all the same movies as I did, and had a car. It was obviously meant to be.
Until he started dating one of my closest friends. That part of the story isnt as fun.
Sadly, I don’t have a summer love story. But I’m a sucker for a good one!
my bf and i have been dating for five years as of yesterday and our story starts in the summer..and it’s entirely true too, so enjoy!
our first date was my senior prom, so it’s near impossible to replicate now but certainly epic in nature…he drove a miata which was in retrospect the main reason i asked him to go. We drove with the top down to peninsular charleston, where, along with a gaggle of my best friends and their dates, we walked the market down to a very nice restaurant named Tristans…I had ostrich and tomato sorbet which grossed the heck outta him (we still have minor food struggles when I get crazy with the ingredients). We went to prom afterwards where it all nearly ended whereupon i discovered his reticence to dance. NOT a plus in my book. After the one required sweet slow dance, he managed to convince me to leave…by asking me to a movie and waffle house. We toughed it out through Scary Movie III (the one where tom cruise jumps the couch and destroys oprah – stuff of movie history) and then made our way to greasy breakfast fare (my first exposure to his willingness to have breakfast anytime, but to find chocolate at any meal but dessert inappropriate…i have not compromised my morals regarding chocolate though!)
After, we made our way to our friend’s house. Stealing two of his dad’s beers and a cigar felt like rebellion, but finding a secret fisherman’s stash of beer dangling in the river at the end of a dock was certainly victory. We then all trucked it down to the beach presumably to watch the sunrise over the Atlantic, but it was cloudy and hazy and cold that day. PERFECT still though as I dosed to sleep on the sand wrapped in this boy’s arms on our first true outing. The car ride home was rough and our goodbye anticlimactic…just a vague “we should hang out some more,” and a fast retreat. I had just gotten into an oversized tshirt and sofie shorts, when my mom whispers, “christine, that boy is back at the door”. In true-sean fashion, he had lost his wallet (which was under his seat btw) and was freaking out. I naively reach out to comfort him and homeboy snuck a fast one – short and sweet and surprising and perfect.
We’re still madly in love, though the miata has been traded in for a mini (a sufficient exchange) and he daily loses his keys and reprimands me for my chocolate romance. But it’s worth it to me! :) definitely a keeper!
and that was not meant to be in reply…i’m sorry for jacking your comment chelsey!
why can’t there just be a ‘like’ button on this?
Travelling on the plane alone for summer vacation. Luckily I sat next to this really wonderful person who was returning home after visiting her grandmother abroad. Since it was a long flight (8 hours) we had lots of opportunity to know each other. When we landed we said goodbye and left. 2 days later, by chance, we bumped into each other at McDonalds out of all places. That was two years ago, and I am still here. This was perhaps meant to me, but I just made this up. And unfortunately I am not eating grilled sandwich either. Sad isn’t it:)
it was probably the summer after eighth grade. my family had a boat that we took to this one lake every weekend. working the boat launch was this boy who i thought looked just like matthew lawrence (from boy meets world, i loved that show…) and therefore, hottttttt. i had such a crush on him, and everyone knew, and we all called him “launch boy” since we didn’t know his name. although, come to think of it, my mom asked him his name, which was so embarrassing, though no one remembered it. near the end of the summer he actually talked to me (gasp!) and i have no idea about what, though i’m sure i was shy and said stupid things. anyway, eventually he asked me for my number and i had to run to my mom to get something to write on, and i gave him my number…and then i never heard from him again. so not really a love story but rather a summer crush story. i had such a crush on him, i even used his nickname, launch boy, as a password and i continued using it for years, which always gave me a reminder of that summer.
I love Elin Hilderbrand :)
Summer love – never experienced it :( But I do love reading about it. I’ll have to check out that book!
I love Elin Hilderbrand!!I HAVE READ EVERYONE (except for the newest,cant find it yet ) of her books and feel like I know Nantucket like the back of my hand.The Island…good read!!
I met my husband in the summertime. We were set up by the grandpa of one of my former students. We first said “I love you” in the rain on the playground of my former elementary school, we had stopped there to swing and chat before he took me home.
We got married last summer and my student and her grandpa were in our wedding party! :)
I want to be 17 again too :)
I am at the beach right now! It’s been great. But I havent actually gone to the beach. I’ve done home renovations which has been extremely satisfying. Beach tomorrow! Any special drink requests I should order (and drink) in your honor?
I had a “summer love” – I think I was maybe 8 and we were at a campground and saw each other at the pool almost every day for a week or so and I remember making “I <3 U" symbols with our fingers and holding hands and giggling and I think we kissed under water once… man I was an "easy" girl!! It was very cute and sweet and was probably one of the most romantic summers of my very young life… :) (I have NO clue what his name was, or what we ever talked about… but I remember the "I <3 U" symbols!!)
This isn’t a summer love story, but it is a love story, and it is true. :) My story is actually similar to Heather’s. On my old blog, I used to write about silly things (not much different than my current blog) and only my friends and mom commented. Well, one day someone new commented named Israel. I saw his picture and noticed he was quite attractive. I learned later that he had clicked on a “Jesus” link we had both listed in our profiles, and out a million results, my profile was on the top page that he happened to see. We began commenting back and forth which soon led to emails, phone calls, texts and Skype dates. We even exchanged real handwritten letters!
We fell in love before we even met in person. Four months later, he decided to visit me in Kansas– my parents were cautious about me meeting someone I only knew online (but I had seen his face every night on Skype, it couldn’t be fake!). As I waited to meet him in the airport for the very first time, my heart was literally beating outside my chest, and I was shaking like crazy. Talk about nerves! When I saw on the arrivals screen that he had safely landed, I began to scan the sea of faces and waited until I saw a familiar face appear around the corner. It was just like a scene out of a movie… I ran to meet him and we kissed for the very first time right there in front of everyone in the middle of a busy crowd at the airport. We spent a week together, and he was everything I imagined him to be and more. It was perfect, and we got along so well and never stopped talking.
A month later, I flew to Miami and he proposed. We had only known each other for five months, but I knew he was the one I was supposed to be with the rest of my life. We’ve now been married for 8 months and he’s the most amazing man I’ve ever known. :)
How did you meet Mr. How Sweet?
My summer love story is that of me and my current partner (we’ve yet to make it official 2 kids and 8 years later). My younger brother had a friend I always had a crush on and he liked me too but my brother had a thing about his sister and his friend dating so we never dated through high school, then 8 years ago my brother was getting married and I was maid of honour and guess who the best man was! My brother decided (very big of him) at a wedding party camping trip that if we really wanted to be together he shouldn’t stand in the way of us, as he put it after all it had been 5 years and crappy relationships for me and if “this guy” as he called him will make you happy then go for it. We’ve been inseperable ever since and have 2 very gorgeous little boys now. That summer gave me a new love for camping.
The summer after my senior year of high school, I spent a LOT of time hanging out with one boy from my graduating class. Since we weren’t in the same “social circle”, we never talked before, but during that summer, we did everything together. From 4AM trips to Dunkin’ Donuts, watching the sunrise on the beach, and just driving around. It was an awesome summer, and after we headed off to college, he asked me to be his girlfriend!! We’re still together today (it’s been over 1 year) :)
Hope that was enough to count as a “summer fling” hahaha.
I’m now married to my summer love! It wasn’t love at first. We only dated the two months o$ the summer then broke it off before college started. I saw him randomly 4 yrs later & caught up over some fabulous steaks. Everything just grew from that. We got married two yrs ago on April 25. He makes me feel stupid happy. Do you know what I mean? The grin, the butterflies, that giddy cloud nine feeling…itsamazing :) he is the love of my life and guinea pig of my cooking. Which he is happy to be.
Oh & I almost forgot to mention, after we got engaged our mothers remembered this lil fact : his mother was the florist my mom used when she got married. Small town. Very small.
I met my now husband in the summer of 2005. We met online, and then in person a week later. From that moment on June 23rd, we didn’t spend one day apart. The summer was perfect. It was filled with long lazy evenings walking down along the Potomac River, kissing in the Natural History Museum, and a first “I love you” written in french on the paper table cloth at an Italian Restaurant. I knew I wanted to marry him after 3 weeks. He knew the first night.
We got married 2 year later to the day, and will be celebrating 4 years Married this June.
I met my best friend in 11th grade. We spent all our time together that year, and I always knew there was something special between us. He went to college at the end of that year, and I went the year after, but we kept in touch all throughout. Three years later, I asked him to go to the beach with me at night. We walked on the beach and sat down in the sand, listening to the waves, and told each other our true feelings. We’ve been together since! Now every time I go to that beach, I think about how happy I am! :)
You should check out Sarah Dessen! She writes the best summer love stories that keep me forever 17 – and a much better, wittier, and romantic 17 at that!
Totally checking this book out and other books by Elin Hilderbrand. I always love a good book that I can’t put down.
(or, why I don’t tell lies anymore)
I was 15, and vacationing in Michigan with my best friend and my dad. We were camping, because that’s our Michigan family tradition. Of course, because I was 15, I spent the majority of the trip doing 3 things:
a. trying to look cute
b. trying to get a tan so I’d look cuter
c. scouting out cute boys
Eventually I spied a cutie and we talked for a while. He invited me to come to his family’s campsite that night for their campfire (this.was.a.big.deal!). I was over the moon, because, obviously, this guy just might be, like, the love of my life, right?!
I asked my dad if I could go to their campfire.
Dad’s first question was: “How old is he?”
umm… ummmm…. (turning bright red, not making eye contact) “ummm, I don’t know…”
And my dad leaned down so he could look me straight in the eye, and said:
(The guy was 19, and I totally knew it.)
And that’s when I gave up on lying.
He was from Chicago and I am from SF. We dated for a year in college but he was going off to Teach for America in St. Louis and I was headed for Chicago (since he raved about it so damn much) for a summer internship before moving to Oregon for grad school. At the last second, he turned down Teach for America to pursue his dream of becoming a screenwriter instead, while living at home in Chicago!
So we had a summer filled with weekend bbqs and waterballoon fights with his amazing family, going out to bars with friends and walking home at 2am holding hands and telling each other things no one else knows, going out sightseeing, and staying dry cuddling inside when the crazy lightning-storms made it pour. We never wanted it to end, which is what made it so hard when I had to leave to live in Oregon for 5 years for grad school. We decided we were too young and in too much transition in our lives to attempt long distance, so we cut the chord. or at least we tried.
And now here I am 2 more trips to Chicago and almost a year later, impatiently awaiting the end of my first year of school and his first visit to Eugene, OR in a few weeks. No, we still havent committed to a full-fedged long-distance, long-term relationship, but we have seen more of each other than we ever thought we could make happen. We are both still very young and do not know what the future holds for us- one year from now or even one month from now, but it sure does make the time we do spend together all the more precious. And time together is never taken for granted since we never know if it will be our last.
2 years ago in june i made the 12 hour trip across the border to canada to meet the guy of my dreams. we had 4 days together before we had to part again. It was love at first sight(we met online) according to him. those 4 days were some of the best of my life. even though we were in crowded tourists places it was only us, our love shown as bright as new love could. i made the 600+ mile trip back and we kept it up seeing each other every 3 months or so until this weekend when it’s now officially done. that summer will always hold a special place in my heart.
I’m always looking for good books, and now that summer is almost upon us – I can’t wait for a summer love story. Thanks for the recommendation!
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My love story only STARTED in the summer…when my grandma met my now husband. She met him while she was walking her dog in her old folks neighborhood. He was home for the weekend (he’s military) visiting his grandmother. Our grandmas are neighbors. Anyway, she came home and said, “I’ve found the man for you” but she had failed to even mention me to him. So we talked about the poor man like we knew him for 6 months. I tried to make myself available whenever I saw his car to try and “meet” him. It never happened and I didn’t have the guts to go ring the doorbell. My mom finally told me I should just leave a note on his car. I did. He called the next day. We got married four months later. He still has the note. :)
It was the summer I turned 21. I was in a long-distance relationship that wasn’t doing so well. One Sunday, as I was sitting in church, I saw a GORGEOUS guy walk in. He was so gorgeous it hurt. Soooo good-looking that the thoughts that popped into my head had to make me immediately repent since I was sitting in CHURCH. I asked around to find out what his name was, and bravely friended him on facebook.
We hung out innocently amongst our group of friends. He was in for the summer for an internship and worked long hours during the day, but we hung out on weekends.
One weekday night, he texted me saying a bunch of people were going to his apartment for movie night and asked me to come along. I happily said yes. Not an hour later I found out that my long-distance boyfriend had cheated on me. I ended that relationship.
Needless to say, the rest of my summer was epic with gorgeous-church-guy who was very happy I was newly single and helped me to move on very quickly from the ex boyfriend.
The make-out sessions were romance novel worthy.
Jessica, have you read “Something Borrowed,” “Something Blue,” “Baby Proof,” or “Love the One You’re With?” They’re all written by Emily Griffin and very good, easy, quick summer love reads. If you want to feel like you’re 17 again, “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” is a good one. I’m sure you’ve already read “Twilight.” What about “Time Traveler’s Wife?” Have you read that one? And my FAVORITE book of all time it “Cold Tangerines” by Shauna Niequist. It’s not a romance novel, but it’s so powerful! I won’t even tell you what it’s about – go read the summary on her website at shaunaniequist.com (I think that’s it). With your love for writing, I think you will really appreciate the quality of her work and the way she so creatively strings words together. Let me know if you decide on any of these, and if you do, what you think of them! :)
I’ve read all of those! Except Twilight… I tried but found it too young for me. Probably because I started watched True Blood first.
You’ve even read “Cold Tangerines!?” Wow – we have extremely similar book taste! Okay, let me raid my bookshelves and see if I can give you something new…
Have you read the True Blood books by Charlaine Harris? I can’t put them down! I think I love them more then the show.
Ps. I LOVE your blog – I dont think I’d make it through work without it!
OH yes I have! TEAM ERIC!
I have a mini beach summer romance story. When I was 18 I was at the beach and met this guy who we’ll call Jamie who lived at the beach in summers surfing and working at a surf shop. We met at a party and after talking decided to walk to the beach. The moon was full, I kid you not, and we sat on the beach with the waves crashing and talked, there was no lag in conversation and the butterflies were definitely there. He looked at me and asked if he could kiss me in a shy and really endearing way and so clearly I obliged him. The fling lasted about a month that summer but that night will honestly stick with me as one of those amazing and picturesque romantic moments. sigh.
Oh, summer love stories…I had a few. I’d say the best was the spring break of my sophomore year of high school. I’d met a local boy the year before, and after breaking his heart that summer, we remained friends. And then came Spring Break. Me and all my girls were coming to the beach, and the boy was bringing all his friends to meet us, and by all of his friends, I mean like 10 boys showed up at the condo, for us 4 girls ::swoon:: The only thing my friend had told me was, “tell all the girls to stay away from Wendell…” I know you see where this is going…Long story short, it was a fabulous weekend, that spun many a summer fling over the years. It was full of ups, downs, long periods of no communication, and then that phone call outta no where. I haven’t seen him in years, and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, but I’ll never forget all the fun of those years.
have a great week!
So let me first say that I think you’re fabulous :) And if you look at my blog, I’ve used a number of your recipes with great success! But you want a love story, so here’s mine:
When I was in highschool I was convinced that I would get married right after graduation. I didn’t know who I would marry but I was sure that I would find him, he’d sweep me off my feet, and whisk me away to some magical place where we would have babies and frolic in the sunlight. Okay maybe no frolicking, because I prefer manly men, and I suppose they don’t frolic much. Anyways, that didn’t happen. Instead I was single… I met a few guys, dated a few guys, and discovered that the men I attracted at that time were all of the lowest caliber, and therefore, the marriage proposal was not forthcoming. Well, years went by… I had my heart broken more than once, and I finally decided to forget it. I was destined to be a lonely spinster, living in a big old house (or apartment as was the case) with my dog and a box of cheesecake, not unlike the Golden Girls. Well, just as I had given up, I ran into a guy I had known from high school. We both happened to be visiting family in the town we grew up at the same time, so we decided to hang out. I turned him down about 20 times (because at that point men were similar to poison to me) but finally he said he was just coming over and I had to deal with it. We went out on easter of 2008. It was early that year- end of March- but we wandered around for hours and finally ended up at a 24 hour Ihop where we ate strawberry pancakes and discussed the future. He was in the Army and set to deploy in a few months, and I was attempting to find my niche in the strong single ladies category. We decided to keep in touch and see how things went. Well, I fell… head over heels for this guy. We talked every day for a month, and then he flew me down to visit him. I was in Michigan, and he was in North Carolina. I flew in on a Thursday night, and we drove to a hotel- Super 8- VERY classy! We got there, and I started to search for my phone charger (because what strong sorta-single woman doesn’t have her phone attached to her at all times??) and I heard him clear his throat. I turned and he was on one knee. He was holding up a box and his hands were shaking, and he asked me to marry him. Now most people would think- holy crap, you’ve been talking for a month, and you only had one date, and he proposed? But what can I say, when you know, you know. I said yes (and immediately opened the ring box to see what he had found- it was GORGEOUS), and that was that. Well not completely. He wanted to elope that weekend, but I had my heart set on having my dad walk me down the aisle and getting the beautiful dress and the flowers and all of that, so we decided to wait… until July. If you remember, he was leaving for Iraq in the near future, so waiting too long was not an option for us. I headed back to Michigan with a diamond on my finger and plans swirling in my head. I have to say, that I planned the most beautiful wedding ever. It was outdoors, on the most perfect day, with blue skies and all of that cheesy romantic stuff. Well, 2 days after we were married we headed down to North Carolina, where my new husband was stationed. We had an amazing few months, and then he was off to Iraq. That was one of the longest years in my life. I had my phone glued to me at all times, and I didn’t sleep well ever because I didn’t know if he’d call, and I wanted to be alert if he did. Well, that year finally passed, and my husband came home. We knew if we could make it through that, then we could make it through everything, and we are. He is my best friend, and I could not be more proud of him.
Sappy? Probably, but you said you like romance stories :) And it’s sort of a summer one, since we got married in the summer :)
Once upon a time my [then] friend dragged me to her idiot boyfriend’s house. His roommate happened to be there, and he was this cute nerdy guy with glasses who was so shy that he was basically silent the entire evening. I wanted to talk to him but Friend’s boyfriend was staring me down so hard every time I’d even glance in his roommate’s direction that it would have been too awkward. The only things I managed to say to him were, “Cool phone, can I see it?” and “Your fly is down”. ;)
Fast forward 8 months later. I was talking to Friend and mentioned Cute Nerdy Guy. She had Another Friend text message him and ask if he was interested in me. Two nights later we were talking online, a week later we were cuddled up on a couch at midnight watching some Bruce Willis movie, and a week after THAT we went on our very first date. I think by the next week he had ordered my engagment ring, and about a little over a month from the cuddling on the couch/Bruce Willis movie night he proposed. I said yes, and we married two months later. :) Oh, did I mention that I was 17?
That was 5 years ago. We’re still very happily married, and we have two beautiful daughters. A lot of people (including all those now ex-friends) thought it wouldn’t work because we hadn’t been together long and they never thought we’d actually get married (in fact those “friends” tried to break us up many times!) but we showed them. ;)