Seasons of Love

The challenges of dating during the warm-weather months.

By Liza Persky

There are certain phenomena's that happen in life that make being single even harder than it already is.  The holiday's...High School reunions...weddings...funerals...brunch. But, the biggest of all: Daylight Savings Time. You may not immediately be aware of why it makes it harder, but that's why I'm here. To remind you that, as bad as you might feel, it actually can get worse. You're welcome.


I have no problem falling back in November, but we're about two weeks into Daylight Savings and we've all sprung forward, though, if you've taken a look around lately, instead of looking "sprung," everybody looks like they've been shot up with horse tranquilizers.  In any case, we now have an extra hour of daylight....to be single.  It's hard enough coming home at the end of the day alone when it's pitch black, now I head home and it looks mid day.  And even if I do have a date, it's bad news.  I have a tendency to not like, or to go on, daytime dates.  I just think a date is something you do by moonlight, looking at this person across from you, drinking Martini's and feeling young, free, and full of possibility. That, and frankly, I look better in the dark.

While most would agree that the change of seasons is a welcome site, my version of them looks a little bit different than most. Here it is: Fall, Winter, Spring and Dating!  To me summer means two things: Marina, my waxer, will be seeing me more than she sees her family, and dating is at it's optimal time.   You might think this is a good thing, but I have enough pressure to find a boyfriend when everyone is miserable and cold and doesn't want to leave the house.  When the sun is shining and it's still 70 degrees at night, what's my excuse for not wanting to get off my couch?  In the early 90's I relied on, "I'm expecting an important call."  Well, technology screwed that up for me.  Damn you AT&T.  

Then there's the wardrobe.  There's just no way to hide a slight case of water retention due to a previous nights sushi dinner when it's 85 degrees out.  A shirt and tank top are just not gonna do the trick. In the winter as long as you wear a sweater that's slightly tight enough to show you have even the vaguest hint of boobs it's considered sexy.  

I used to love Summer.  But that was back in the day when "playing games" literally meant Marco Polo.  There's just no way around that fact that warm weather is meant for lovers, and with Daylight savings it just allows you to see the lovers for an extra hour a day.   So what's a single girl to do?  I wish those brainiacs over at NASA would figure out of there's water on the moon already, because with the low humidity and constant darkness, that's looking like my best bet.