All those life-changing adventures, all those crazy parties, all that skin on display—no wonder people are so hopeful about finding love in the summer months! But just as quickly as you and that hottie’s eyes meet and your libidos sizzle, in the next moment you could part ways and your fling could just…fizzle.
We got eight men and women to share their stories of short-lived romance in the summer months. Read on for awkward partings, the rare happy ending, and a whole lot of hugot that will make you realize that it’s not always fun in the sun.
“I was surprised when Louis went in to kiss me but was even more surprised when I didn’t resist.” –Sam, 33
“In the summer of 2002, I spent some time in my grandparents’ hometown. The day before we were supposed to go back to Manila, there was a typhoon, so our trip was cancelled and rescheduled for the following week. Another week of boredom ahead, or so I thought.
A cousin, Blake, then invited me and my other cousins to the town fiesta, where I met one of his friends, a rugged, cute guy named Louis. The following day when we were at Blake’s parents’ resort, I saw Louis again. After one too many shots, I found myself enjoying his company. He offered to take me home on a motorcycle, and I said yes.
Once we got to my grandparents’ place, Louis and I stayed outside talking. He said that he was also going to Manila to study, and would be on the same trip back as me. I opened up about my impending breakup with then-boyfriend John, and Louis revealed he wasn’t seeing anyone. I was surprised when Louis went in to kiss me, but was even more surprised when I didn’t resist.
Back in Manila, I broke up with John because I realized that Louis was more than a summer fling. Once Louis and I became official, we were inseparable. He’d go to my school and would often invite me over to his place.
After a few months however, I found out that he was no longer attending his classes; he would just wait for me outside my school or hang out with his friends. Sometimes, his mom would call him, and I’d hear him lie to her about going to school. I couldn’t stand it.
One day, we both agreed that we didn’t have the same priorities and called it quits. It was the worst heartbreak I’ve ever had.”
“When I was about to leave and a sweet, slow song came on, he asked me to dance, and I was thrilled.” –Manel, 39
“I met Luis in the summer of 1993. He was a student at a seminary in Bicol, while I was on my yearly summer vacation in my lolo’s province of Sorsogon.
I was hanging out with my cousins at the convent beside the church when he and his fellow students arrived for an overnight camping trip on Tikling Island. When they got back from camping, there was a party in the town, and their group invited me and my cousins.
At the party, I waited almost all night for him to ask me to dance, but when midnight neared, he still hadn’t asked me to dance. When I was about to leave and a sweet, slow song came on, he finally asked me to dance, and I was thrilled.
The next day, his group left to go back to the seminary, and I didn’t get to see him before he left. Our mutual friends kept telling me that he had been asking about me.
Through my cousins, we got in touch again when he moved to Manila for his theology studies. Cell phones weren’t common back then, so whenever my cousins would visit him, I’d ask them to bring him coins so he could call me via pay phone. Whenever he had the chance to get out of the seminary, he would visit me at my house.
We never ended up together, but looking back, it was the sweetest courtship I’ve ever experienced.”
“I got in a state of self-pity, asking myself what the hell I was doing with my life, in this place, with this girl.” –Mix, 27
“I met this Colombian girl in Makati right before Holy Week. An expat based in Singapore, she was headed for Palawan then. I joined her in Palawan, where we spent seven days seeing the sights and drinking our hearts out.
After our Palawan trip, I joined her as she flew back to Singapore so I could spend more time with her. I spent about two weeks there being a bum and just being with her.
While in Singapore, things started getting weird between us; she wanted to party, while I wasn’t into partying anymore. She was set to fly to Hong Kong after those two weeks and catch a flight to Dubai from there. Since it was her first time in Hong Kong, I figured I could show her around, so I went with her still.
We spent three days and two nights in Hong Kong, and in that time, our bond took a nosedive. One day, we fought and parted ways near an MTR station. I went off by myself and ended up just facing Victoria Harbour, drinking Corona and watching the people around me. Since we couldn’t use our phones there and thus I couldn’t contact her, I got in a state of self-pity, asking myself what the hell I was doing with my life, in this place, with this girl.
I headed back to our hotel room by myself. She got back around 10 p.m., and by then we were cold to each other. It was our last night in Hong Kong, and I decided I would no longer be joining her in Dubai.
The next morning, she gave me a very tight hug, but I couldn’t feel a spark anymore. I flew back to Manila, and we never talked again since.”
“We just really clicked, and we liked talking to each other, and we held hands like we had known each other for a long time.” –Stef, 28
“I was in Boracay with my family, where we vacationed for four days. One night, I went out with my sisters. As we were chilling outside a club, taking a break from all the dancing, two guys sat with us. We started talking to them and I got drawn to this French guy. He was 33, a PhD holder, was smart, funny, tall, and handsome.
He and I exchanged numbers and hung out almost nonstop for three straight days; my mom actually thought I’d elope with him. Our chemistry was so strong despite the lack of sexual play. We just really clicked, and we liked talking to each other, and we held hands like we had known each other for a long time.
On the second day, we danced under the stars and he asked me to be his date at his friend’s wedding. It was in Boracay, two days after my family and I were to leave. I said I couldn’t because I was traveling with my family.
On our last day together, we just hung out, talked until seven in the morning, and bid our goodbyes. We added each other on Facebook, but never talked after that.”
“He was handsome, seemed nice, and while I wasn’t bowled over by attraction, for one night at least, I had forgotten about my ex.” –Peachy, 33
“I was 22 and had just been cheated on by the man I thought I’d marry. The school year had just ended, and I’d go drinking with friends almost every night, hoping to forget my sorrows and hoping to find somebody to love me again.
I met him on one of those drinking sessions. He was handsome, seemed nice, and while I wasn’t bowled over by attraction, for one night at least, I had forgotten about my ex.
After one particular drinking session, we ended up crashing side-by-side on the floor at my friend’s house. In the morning, half-awake and half-asleep, we shared our first kiss.
We started hanging out more after that kiss. We didn’t have much in common, and our chemistry left much to be desired, but we had the same group of friends, so it was easy to fall into a fling with him. We even went on a beach trip with that same group of friends, where I further felt that I wasn’t in love, but at least I wasn’t lonely anymore.
As the summer was ending, we slept together for the first time. I think that’s when we realized that we could no longer push our bond to another level, that we had been forcing it all this time, and it took being together with our clothes off to see that we had been.
We faded away from each other’s lives, just as quietly as we had faded in.”
“He was the best tour guide I could ever ask for, touring me to secret places only locals knew, kissing me right there on the pavement, and telling me that if we had met a few months earlier, we’d have been married by now.” –Augustine, 22
“When I was 21, I spent a three-week workation in Stockholm. There, I was toying off Grindr, where I found someone who was very eager to meet me even though he lived far from where I was staying.
We agreed to meet, and he was at our meeting place on time, even though I didn’t expect him to show up at all. He brought me to a bar, a floating bar by some park that was only open during the summer. The whole walk to the bar, he held my hand. It was the first time I had ever held hands with a boy in public. In the bar, we shared stories and kissed in between drinks and dancing. It was an evening full of firsts for me. By the end of the night, we went back to his place together.
The next day, we met again. He was the best tour guide I could ever ask for, touring me to secret places only locals knew, kissing me right there on the pavement, and telling me that if we had met a few months earlier, we’d have been married by now.
On my last day there, we were at a train station, and I remember this moment very clearly: He asked me when I was leaving, and I couldn’t find the right words, so I just said “Soon,” and hurried to catch the last train home, leaving him at the platform.
When I went back to the Philippines, we tried to communicate, but we didn’t get to talk much. Once, we planned to meet in Singapore, but it never happened. And on my last day in Bangkok a year later, he arrived in the city just as I was off to fly to another country.”
“He turned to me and said, ‘When we grow up, I’ll marry you.’” –Gratz, 24
“When I was 10 years old, I had a cute neighbor around my age. He would always cross the street to my house and we would play like kids normally do.
That summer, we played “bahay-bahayan” and of course, we were the couple. I even did my wedding march at our pretend wedding, but he was on the piano playing the wedding march song so he couldn’t meet me at the end of my march.
After my march, I joined him on the piano seat instead. He turned to me and said, “When we grow up, I’ll marry you.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
A few days later, his family moved out of their house. I haven’t seen him since.”
“When I went back to Manila and classes started again, our communication tapered off. It turned out to be just a summer fling after all.” –Pam, 29
“When I was in high school, I would usually go to my lola’s house in Pampanga over the summer and stay there for two months. While on vacation there back in 2001, I developed a crush on one of my cousin’s friends. I had it so bad for him that whenever I’d see him, I’d run away.
At one point, he got my number and started to text me. Remember, there were still no unlimited text promos back then! So whenever I’d reply, I would use up all 160 characters my Nokia 3210 provided. I can still remember the kilig I felt whenever we’d talk that summer.
Eventually, we became an item, but when I went back to Manila and classes started again, our communication tapered off. It turned out to be just a summer fling after all. I never saw him again after that, and he ended up migrating to the States.
Fast forward to Christmas 2016, just a few months after my biggest heartbreak, someone greeted me “Merry Christmas” and asked me how I was doing—IT WAS HIM! After 15 long years, I heard from him again. He told me he that he was coming to Manila in January, and that he wanted to see me.
Now we’re officially a couple, and planning our future together.”