I was ready.
I had the mini dresses, the lip gloss, the overpriced iced coffee, and a Spotify playlist titled Villain Era (because obviously). This was supposed to be my Hot Girl Summer™, a legendary season of bad decisions, spontaneous beach trips, and a lineup of men so stunning they’d make my ex spiral.
Spoiler alert: It was not.
Somewhere between thinking I’d be the main character and realizing I was more of a sleep-deprived side character, my Hot Girl Summer turned into something… else. And now that it’s over, I have a few notes.
Expectation: Nonstop Attention & a Roster of Men Begging for My Time
Reality: I Ghosted Myself
I had two weeks of peak energy where I actually went out, posted thirst traps, and flirted in a way that made me feel like I was starring in a Dua Lipa music video. Then I got tired.
Like, physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained from being perceived.
Texting back? Too much work.
Making plans? Exhausting.
Tolerating men who think replying with “lol” is flirting? I would rather nap.
So instead of thriving, I found myself “soft-launching” my social life on my Instagram story while binge-watching murder documentaries alone in my AC-blasted room.
Which brings me to my next Hot Girl Summer myth…
Expectation: Drunk Nights, Spontaneous Trips, and City Girl Chaos
Reality: Inflation Said No
You know what’s sexy? Financial stability.
And you know what’s not sexy? Realizing that two cocktails cost the same as a therapy session.
I swear I tried to be spontaneous. I even Googled flight prices like a delusional optimist and thought, Maybe I’ll just book a trip to Italy?
Then I remembered I have rent.
It seems so many stupid trends that media glamorizes are all actually glamorizing financial recklessness.
So instead of popping bottles at some rooftop bar, my biggest summer adventure was trying a new oat milk brand and convincing myself it was a personality trait.
Expectation: Becoming “That Girl” (Glow-Up, Pilates, Greens, The Whole Aesthetic)
**Reality: I Developed a Personality Instead
Listen, I wanted to be That Girl. I even bought a Stanley Cup and pretended I understood the emotional significance of protein powder.
But the more I tried to be a walking Pinterest board, the more I realized… I kind of hate it?
- Waking up at 5AM? No.
- Drinking green sludge that tastes like lawn clippings? Absolutely not.
- Having a perfect little morning routine with yoga, journaling, and affirmations? Okay, but have you ever just hit snooze and gone back to sleep?
So instead of That Girl, I became a girl with slightly more self-awareness and a new hyperfixation on obscure reality TV shows. Which, honestly? Growth.
Expectation: Finding a Summer Fling
Reality: Finding Out I’m in My “I’d Rather Be Alone” Era
Maybe it's not even an era and just my basic type.
Look, the math wasn’t mathing. I went on a couple of dates with guys who were objectively hot but had the personality of a LinkedIn post.
One dude spent an entire dinner explaining cryptocurrency to me even after I said, “I don’t care.” Another thought watching me struggle to parallel park was a “cute bonding moment.”
At some point, I realized I didn’t even want a summer romance, I just wanted someone to split an Uber with.
So instead of chasing a situationship, I spent most of my summer in a deep and fulfilling relationship with my air conditioner.
Final Thoughts: Was Hot Girl Summer a Scam?
Absolutely not. But it was deeply misunderstood.
It turns out Hot Girl Summer isn’t about chaos, it’s about doing whatever you want. Even if what you want is to say no to plans, stay inside, and order overpriced sushi while rewatching Gossip Girl.
And that’s exactly what I did.
So no, I didn’t jet off to Ibiza. I didn’t become a wellness guru. I didn’t meet the love of my life in a rooftop bar.
But I did have a good summer, one where I actually listened to myself, embraced my own vibe, and realized that sometimes, the hottest thing you can do…
Is just chill.
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