you give me fever...*

All around me people are in the midst of a terrible, heart-wrenching, hormone-escalating fever. It's infecting everyone around me, and I dare say I may have caught it myself. Symptoms include diziness, light-headedness, heartburn, anxiety and delusion. Ladies and gentlemen...enter spring fever.

True, my front yard still looks like a frozen tundra. Nevertheless, we might as well all be wearing bikinis and minis for all the heat that's surrounding the two sexes lately. My normally rational best friend is sliding between the sheets with an ex purely for sexual satisfaction. Another friend has started dating a guy she knows is completely wrong for her, and my confident best guy friend is head over heels for a girl he barely knows. As for myself...I swear I can't look at a decent-looking male without my pulse quickening pretty damn rapidly.

Alright, alright. I'm betting you're thinking that the previous examples are far from original, and that hormones are always raging. However, I don't think I've noticed such heat and smoke in awhile. Everyone seems agitated stuck inside when we all want to be sauntering down the street without worrying about hat hair or how much bulk our coats add. And let's face it...it's time for the Uggs to retire for the season. We're dying to peel off the layers, show some skin, and get that fabulous sun-kissed glow. No to mention sit on the patio with a drink and contemplate the finer species...mmmm:) With the weather sadly lagging behind our hormone levels, I sincerely ask the following question: Are our hearts out of sync with the seasons?

Case in point: the darling friend mentioned earlier. The boy has relatively good taste, I must say, and the chosen girl is nothing short of amazing. The thing is, he just narowly escaped diving headfirst into a huge relationship mistake, and is afraid of commiting the same sin twice.

As women, we're almost trained to doubt good-looking, smooth-talking men. This one however, just might be geunine. He positively raves about this new girl. And I might add, barely discusses the physical aspect. Normally any hot-blooded male would be the first to try and get a girl in bed, but this one thinks waiting might be better. He's got plans for dates, and high hopes for the future. So what's the problem? God knows if his prince-ss charming feels the same way.

As a mutual friend, and witness, I would have to say she does. And although I continue to encourage his effots, one thought seems to keep penetrating his thoughts: "What if she's sending me mixed signals?"

True. New Girl is sweet and adorable and everything, but we all know any girl can be manipulative for their own reasons. Sure, she gives him a sultry stare and hints at her feelings, BUT how can he really be sure of her intentions? The answer: he can't be.

The boys needs to take a leap. Sure, he may get his heart stomped on, but it would be nothing more than a lesson learned. Yes, the girl may seem perfect, but there's always a reason for everything. However, she could also be thrilled at his admission and admit to feeling the exact same way. So does he prepare himself for the worst, or expect the best?

It's a question I'm sure we've all asked ourslves a million time - do we take the plunge, or stay on shore? I've never been one to make drastic, spontaneous decisions, or even to admit feelings that might present me as naieve or weak, buuuut... secretly I would love nothing more than to be the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve.

If you don't speak up and stand up, nothing will be heard, and nothing will change. In order to even have a chance at getting what you want, you have to risk everything. In the end, the consequences are the same whether you win, lose or draw. You will come out either way with an answer and action plan. And both results will give you a feeling of steadiness, even if it's not the best result. At least you will be able to take pride in the fact that you put yourself out there.

So there might not be a cure for spring fever, and god knows this is just the begining, but I say embrace those raging hormones. Act on your instinct and go for what you want. After all, we need to keep warm somehow.