During Geography today, the Pinafore (note the capitalisation, you article of clothing) tapped my shoulder to show me squirrels having hot sex on a branch outside the window. Being the pensive old Ravenclaw that I am, I started thinking (not that sort of thinking).
So you (whoever you are) know how spring and summer are generally considered the seasons in which romance blossoms along with the flowers in the form of spring flings, summer romances and all that hoohah. I do personally feel that winter is far, far more romantic, season-wise. There's so much scope for fluffy, feelsy love that it's not even funny.
So there's A) Long, cold nights and short days, and there's quite a lot more to do than play board games (unless the game is Monopoly) after sunset. Lots of snogging and sex and blankets and beds.
Then there's B) The festivities and cutesie traditions - kissing under the mistletoe and picking the perfect gift that'll make the bae fall for you like wham. Eating dinner with the bae's family and Christmas shopping in crowded malls, so when you get squished up against each other (!!!) it's eEeeEee and wayhehahe but you act all chill - "Woah, what a crowd, right?"
My favourite though, being the completely hopeless fluffwhore and romantic that I am, is C) The weather. I love how it makes everything seem better - the tea (or hot chocolate), snuggling in blankets, deep talking on the terrace (or balcony) even if it's nippy (because you can always keep each other warm, correct?), the retro music, the warm hugs and the bae.
In summer it's too hot to do anything. Walks on the beach, great (but even better when it's raining) and hot pool parties, okay. Summer is more the season for torrid affairs, but even that's kind of weird for someone who lives in a place as hot as where I live. We try to keep our distances in summer, because it's so bloody muggy.
So, if you see a fella (or gal) over there with hella good hair, this would be the perfect time to go out and get them. Before spring, and before summer when the torrid affairs start, grab a sprig of mistletoe and snog them senseless with Barry Manilow's 'I can't smile without you' playing in the background.
-Thus endeth Post #3
So you (whoever you are) know how spring and summer are generally considered the seasons in which romance blossoms along with the flowers in the form of spring flings, summer romances and all that hoohah. I do personally feel that winter is far, far more romantic, season-wise. There's so much scope for fluffy, feelsy love that it's not even funny.
So there's A) Long, cold nights and short days, and there's quite a lot more to do than play board games (unless the game is Monopoly) after sunset. Lots of snogging and sex and blankets and beds.
Then there's B) The festivities and cutesie traditions - kissing under the mistletoe and picking the perfect gift that'll make the bae fall for you like wham. Eating dinner with the bae's family and Christmas shopping in crowded malls, so when you get squished up against each other (!!!) it's eEeeEee and wayhehahe but you act all chill - "Woah, what a crowd, right?"
My favourite though, being the completely hopeless fluffwhore and romantic that I am, is C) The weather. I love how it makes everything seem better - the tea (or hot chocolate), snuggling in blankets, deep talking on the terrace (or balcony) even if it's nippy (because you can always keep each other warm, correct?), the retro music, the warm hugs and the bae.
In summer it's too hot to do anything. Walks on the beach, great (but even better when it's raining) and hot pool parties, okay. Summer is more the season for torrid affairs, but even that's kind of weird for someone who lives in a place as hot as where I live. We try to keep our distances in summer, because it's so bloody muggy.
So, if you see a fella (or gal) over there with hella good hair, this would be the perfect time to go out and get them. Before spring, and before summer when the torrid affairs start, grab a sprig of mistletoe and snog them senseless with Barry Manilow's 'I can't smile without you' playing in the background.
-Thus endeth Post #3
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