the sun is out & the clothes are off

As the temperature heats up, the clothes start coming off. Sexuality and lust ooze from our pores as we strip off the jeans and sweaters for short minis and barely there tanks. It is no wonder there was once a 'Summer of Love' as opposed to a winter. Hormones that were seemingly laying dormant throughout the winter and spring have become overzealous in their lustful and sinful desires.

At the 4th of July party I attended this year nothing could be more true. Despite the overcast weather, everyone still sported minimalist clothing, partially for the intensely humid Florida weather but primarily to flaunt deeply tanned and toned skin as a peacock flaunts his alluring feathers. It is no wonder that by the end of the evening you saw "couples" scampering off together or random make out sessions between nameless strangers.

Does the heat of summer also bring with it an increase in our sexual appetite and voracity? Is it the scantily clad and revealing skin that sends blood rushing through our bodies? What is it about summer that makes it a time when everyone seems to get lucky?

Throughout the years I've noticed an odd trend of summer flings and winter relationships. The hot confines of summer seem to propel us all into a sexual frenzy where committment free attachments are made for a few glorious hours. In the dull greyness of winter however we seem to have a fear of being alone throughout the holidays and seek out someone to fulfill our relationship needs only to dispose of them the following spring in preparation for another summer of "love." What is it about the varying seasonal changes that makes our relationship needs vary as much as the weather itself. Seeking a meaninful relationship one season only to be followed by seeking a meaningful bout of sex the next. Are we inherently designed to seek these two counterparts as the seasons change from blistering heat to blistering cold?