declaration

I intend to have a summer fling.

My conditions are ripe for romance (or lust as the case may be):

I am (kinda) newly single (kinda, if you count that Jerry and I parted ways several months past and I have finally been able to move on emotionally just recently).

I have a job which provides me with the necessary golden tan to attract members of whatever sex.

I am moving at the end of July, so there is neither time nor pretense to develop a deep and lasting intimate relationship.

I have a twofer coupon to Magic Mountain and the income to blow on just-barely-above-sleazy hotels in the greater Los Angeles area.

There's nothing that appeals to me more right now than the prospect of hot birthday sex.

I'm ready for anything. Seriously. Bring it on.