It’s the confidence of wearing that tiny skirt because you like the way your legs look. It’s the thrill of making the first move at the county fair. It’s looking at your squad and thinking, God, we are devastating.
You aren’t looking for a soulmate. You’re looking for a moment.
And at the heart of it? Lust. But not the heavy, dramatic kind you read about in novels. No, this is a different beast entirely.
So here’s to the Girlvania Summer. Here’s to the sweaty palms, the porch lights left on, the kiss that tasted like watermelon vape and cheap tequila.