Essentially, it takes place sometime during the months of June, July and August duh. While they both summer flings and the movies documenting them mostly take place in high school and college, no one is immune from them. Most especially us. I smiled; she winked. It was all very service-industry romantic. At the end of the night, I limped over to her podium and formally thanked her for helping me survive.
After that night, she must have adjusted the schedule so that she could be there whenever I was. Several cigarettes later, we started going out on dates. I think it helped that he thought I was Italian. Ella and I dated from June until the last day before I went back to school. We stayed in touch for a few months afterward, but not much longer after that.
I did, however, run into her a few years later. None of which stopped her from enjoying a glass of wine and taking a drag from a spliff. It would have been like old times except for the fact that everything had changedβeven if some of the electricity remained. Jeff Gross , Social Editor: I met her the summer before 7th grade at sleepaway science camp in Massachusetts. She insisted on having gum in her mouth at all times, even while we Frenched.
I made her cry on pick-up day because I refused to say goodbye. For the life of me, I cannot remember her name. Still, I remember everything else. Tierney Finster , Contributing Writer: My favorite summer fling happened a couple years ago at an illegal rave.
And since it stayed open until 4 or 5 in the morning, it inspired an interesting after-hours crowd as well. One particular August night, I was sitting on the only couch in the whole place, taking a quick reprieve from dancing, when a hot, Armie Hammer-looking blond guy in a formal suit asked if he could join me. I told him that would only be okay if he told me why the fuck he was wearing that suit to this degree hellhole.
