When it comes to romance, I've had summer flings and summer flops. Some were short-lived and others became loving, lasting relationships. But I treasure every one of them because I learned something valuable from each experience.
We sat on the edge of Berehaven harbor, a fishing port on the southwestern coast of Ireland. Looking out into the misty water as a light drizzle began to fall onto empty boats, I wanted Charlie to kiss me even though I had a boyfriend back home.
Summer, with its heat and sweat and skin-baring clothing options, is a great time to have a crush. I haven't had a serious, hardcore, I'm-so-excited-I-can-barely-breathe-around-this-person crush in a long time, and I'm due for one this season.