Never have I ever been dumped in the summertime

Everybody loves the summer. Summer weddings, summer holidays, summer babies. What's not to love? Me, as it turns out, very much me. I'm not to be loved. Or, at least, not by one significant person who has decided that he's in love with someone else. Someone younger and hotter who can wear those crisscrossy straps without looking like a bulging salami. Someone who can confidently wear a thong and has no idea what a fax machine is.