SHARE TALES OF SUMMER LOVE
No disrespect, but Tennyson was wrong: It’s summer, not spring, when a young man’s — and a young woman’s — fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
And, for support, we’ll turn to those modern-day philosophers, John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, who sang memorably about the joys of summer love in the movie version of “Grease.”
Hey, don’t be embarrassed. We’ve all experienced the joy, and heartbreak, of a summer fling.
The lifeguard pursued to futile effect during the family vacation to the beach. The fellow summer camp counselor who became more than a colleague. The computer camp classmate who looked heartbreakingly cute in the soft glow of the 15-inch monitor.
Maybe it’s the self-limiting nature of summer vacation, or the torrid heat or, even, some still-unknown aphrodisiac contained in grape Kool-Aid. But, whatever the reason, summer romances are the stuff of pop music, paperback and cinematic legend.
So here’s the deal: We’d love to celebrate this most nostalgic thing about summer by hearing your stories of summer romance. Then, we’d like to share your funniest, sweetest or weirdest real-life experiences in an upcoming Living story and online.
Send your submissions of 200 words or less to: Summer Romance, Las Vegas Review-Journal, P.O. Box 70, Las Vegas, NV 89125-0070. Or, fax them to John Przybys at 383-4676 or e-mail them to jprzybys@review journal.com.
Be sure to include your name, age, address and a daytime phone number. Submissions are due or must be postmarked by 5 p.m. June 11.
And, in the meantime, fire up the karaoke machine and sing along with us: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast, summer lovin’ happened so faaaaast …”