Daddy gang, welcome back to another Sunday session here on Call Her Daddy. It is your father.

Okay. We are currently entering the peak of summer, right? And I was recently having a little

wine night with one of my friends and I was having a really productive and honest conversation with her.

She's currently single. And I want to share

with you some of the wisdom that came out of that conversation. So for any of my girls who need to

hear this, my single girls who need to hear this, listen the fuck up. Sunday morning,

fat this calling. Do do do do do do do, do, do every Sunday's

this day. That was pretty good, right? I'm going to set the scene for you, okay? Picture this.

The sun is very hot. You're hot. You're is very hot you're hot you're tan maybe you're three margaritas deep okay

and you're scanning the beach for someone to make absolutely terrible decisions with i see you

i support you i honestly love that for you. Okay. But before we dive in,

head first into a summer romance, we need to lay some of the ground rules. Okay. I was thinking about it.

And it's like there is a really fine line between a vacation romance, a summer fling, and then a full-blown situation ship.

And it is so fucking vital to your mental health and my mental health, so you don't

write into me freaking out, that you know what you're getting yourself into and which one

you're getting into. So I want to kind of break down the vacation romance.

Back when I was single, which feels like ages ago, I personally loved a vacation hookup.

Okay, maybe they're a local who knows all the good spots or they're a foreigner with some like sexy

accent maybe they're like a surf instructor with a fucking six pack or maybe it's just like a

fucking random guy that you match with on Tinder who's staying at your same hotel regardless

I feel like these whirlwind vacation flings can feel so special and hot and magical.

But here is what I want you all to understand.

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