I was a summer “boy toy”, a play thing.  But, at the time, I didn’t realize it.

She was a school teacher and every spring, she would start her search for a summer “boy toy”.  Her goal was to get a relationship going just before the start of summer break.

Then, once summer hit, it was party, party party.  Baseball games, concerts, fine dining and bike rides were all a part of her agenda.  And, of course, there was lots and lots of romance.

But, come fall, when school started, it was bye bye to “boy toy”.

I was crushed and confused at first.  After all, we had so much fun together and really seemed to hit it off.  But, in the end, I came to realize that she was not really interested in me.  She was only interested in a good time.

Spring is in the air so it must be about time for her to start her search for “Mr. Summer 2012.”