To my opinion, summer is overrated in terms of erotic expectations.
You never get enough and what you get is never perfect enough.
Summer lasts for three months, like every other season of the year, but it seems that everyone thinks it's shorter. Associated with holiday-making and the right to a break from responsibilities (so to speak), summer has to live up to very high standards.
In one month or even a two-week "session" you have to make the right decisions: to pick up the right place, the right group of people, the right person, the right bars, food, money spending...the lot.
But...think, how many times can YOU say that it all went "according to plan" -even if "plan" meant no planning at all? How many summers went by with you cursing for all the stupid and wrong things you did and the misery you ended up feeling?
You broke up with friends, you quarelled with girl-friends over the same man, you were unfortunate enough to be granted the man you wanted and turned out to be a complete idiot, your room was miserable, your friends were acting like jerks and embarrassed you and your summer ideals, the place you picked was a complete disaster and you did not even complain enough because it was summer!
Yeah, if it had worked, if your guy would not have been jealous, possessive, introvert, if you had more money, better friends, more days for holiday making and a lot more, (now that you know) you would have spent it alone on an island or an inland itinerary, free to make choices.
Well, next time!