Summer Days

I am a winters kind of person. Snuggling up in the bed with the laptop having late night conversations. Warm chocolate drinks with marshmellows, and most of all winter nights get the best out of hugs. But today, it was so daym hot. 40 degree weather, and unlike other days like these I'd be at home with the aircon - avoiding the sun as much as I could. Instead I went to South Melbourne beach with the school group, and gosh literally my feet felt like it was burning under the sad, horrible sights of fat men with tight underpants and what not. Girls wearing white bra's walking around the beach, with their nipples shown (uh gross I know).

But I suppose the sand in my shoes, and stingy eyes from the salt water as well as the gross feeling of sunscreen it wasn't too much of a bad day. I kinda had fun, I suppose the feeling of being with a group of nice people satisfied me. Although looking around the beach with my new sunglasses, I saw a lot of couples holding hands. Kinda made me think about the thought of being with someone. I wouldn't mind late night summer beach walks.

Oh and today I had this topic come up about kissing and hugging. I am a hugger, but it doesn't mean I don't like kisses. Except for me my golden rule is unless I'm dating them and totally in love with them, then kisses are acceptable. I find it quite weird to "kiss kiss" a guy even if he was hot, if I had nothing for him. Your lips are sacred girls, don't "give in" when you don't need to - but its not like anybody cares - I'm just an opinion and a nobody.