Monday, July 30, 2012

Summer Love


Hi all,
Lorie here! Well, actually I’m not here. As you read this first blog in our Vacation Fling series, I think it’s vastly appropriate that I’m lounging in my beach chair on Hilton Head Island, book in hand, my toes digging into the sand as the surf laps ever closer. Ahh! Wish you were here!

But I digress, today we’re talking about another vacation and a very different beach—a beach in my distant past. A beach packed with bikini-clad bodies, where insulated cups concealed more than lemonade, and base thumped from the cars cruising past. And boys. Cute boys everywhere! Yes, I’m talking about—Spring Break!

It was my first year away at college and my BFF and I headed to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Our first day on the beach, a boy with a Harrison Ford-ish, crooked smile plopped down on the sand beside me and didn’t leave my side for the rest of the week. Rich was nice and funny and one of the best-looking guys I’ve ever seen in real life.
Valerie and Virginia, my BFF Jen in the back and that's Rich sitting next to me on the far right.  

We spent every waking moment together playing in the waves, hanging with our friends or just sitting on the beach sharing details about our lives. One starlit night he told me that the first time he saw me, he knew if he didn’t talk to me, he would regret it for the rest of his life. *Sigh* I just knew I’d found the boy of my dreams. And when we discovered we were both from Ohio and our schools were within a few hours of each other, we agreed it was fate and promised to visit at least once a month and talk on the phone every night.

But faster than I could get the sand out of my clothes, reality set in. This was back in the early 90’s. There were no cell phones or internet, which means no texting, emailing or free long distance. My roommate and I shared one phone with no answering machine and no call waiting. So, while she was talking to her boyfriend for hours on end, I was biting my nails off, dying to know if Rich had tried to call. When we did finally connect, every minute we spent talking on the phone cost money—precious spending money neither of us had to spare.

A few weeks after spring break, Rich made the drive from Ohio University to see me at Miami U. The drive took him over four hours. (No Googlemaps or GPS to warn him ahead of time how long the trip would actually take.) We had a fun weekend, but it was clear that musty old dorm rooms and sorority parties couldn’t compare to our week in the carefree sunshine. Our romance soon fizzled out.

My fourteen-year-old niece told me how she met a boy on vacation in South Carolina last month. They text almost every day, send each other pictures, email and even video chat. Will they fall in love and live happily ever after? At fourteen, a long-term friendship is more likely. But it did make me wonder if things would’ve turned out differently for Rich and I if we’d had the same world-shrinking communication tools. Or if vacation romances are meant to be just that—a perfect moment in time that can’t be replicated in the harsh light of reality.

Your turn! Have you had a crazy, intense romance while on vacation or at camp? How did it turn out?

Lorie

7 comments:

Melissa Landers said...

::wolf whistle!:: Hot diggity damn, Rick's a hottie!

No, I've never had a vacation hookup or a summer-only romance. Never. :(

Jessica Lemmon said...

Aww, this is the sweetest story! And I'm with Melissa, he is a hottie! Once when I was 12, I met a boy on the beach during an NC vaca. I can't call it a romance, but we hung out all week. I still have photos. :)

Lorie Langdon said...

Mel, not one vaca fling or sweet summer romance? :( Oh well, they always end in heartbreak anyway. ;-)

Lorie Langdon said...

Jess, your story sounds adorable! Have you ever searched for him on facebook???

PJ Sharon said...

That is such a cool story, and hearbreaking too. At least he was a sweetie you can remember fondly. I met a boy at camp when I was fourteen, fell head over skateboard for him, and then he dumped me at the end of week one when he found out I was only fourteen. He was a mature sixteen and looking for more "hook-up" than I was ready for. It tore my heart out watching him canoodle some other girl for the rest of the next week. As torturous as that was for me, in retrospect, I bet my moping and pining was even more torturous for my mother who kept telling me "get over it; he's a jerk." Mom was almost always right.

Lorie Langdon said...

Hi PJ! I've had some of those pinning away for the wrong boy heartbreaks too. Looking back, I think you're right - it was just as painful for mom. To this day she knows exactly who I'm talking about if I say his name. ;)

Kimberly said...

Lorie,
I love what you said about vacation romances being a perfect moment in time and can't be replicated in the harsh light of reality. Awesome! That's it exactly.
Summer romances are supposed to be carefree and exciting and temporary. I've had several summer romances, and I wouldn't give them up for anything. They teach you to seize the day! To love life! To wake up early and go to bed late because every single moment is special, fleeting, almost over...
Ahhhh.
Thanks for the reminder. And what a great story. It's fun to wonder what would have happened though, huh? If you had texting and unlimited calling capabilities. Ever look for him??? Just out of curiosity. That's great book potential....:-)