Back at few years ago, I was out and about one night at East Bay Grille in Plymouth, a location well known as middle-aged divorcee heaven during the summer months. I was having a great time with my girlfriend Laura when Sean approached us. Sean was a great guy and we spent much of the night talking and discovered we had much in common. He walked me to my car and was very excited to get my number, promising to call so we could see each other again. Well, one week went by and nothing, then another, and another…so I wrote him off assuming I would never hear from him again.

Fast forward about one year later... I’m sitting at home one night and the phone rings. I don’t recognize the number but decide to pick it up anyhow. The voice on the other line greets me with “Hi, it’s Sean.” OK, I think, “Sean, hmmm, guy I met last Friday at The Fours, nah, I’m pretty sure his name was Tim” when he adds, “You know, Sean from East Bay.”

Then it hits me…it’s not the guy I met last week, it’s the guy I met LAST YEAR. So I reply “Oh, Sean, it’s been a while. I didn’t think you were going to call me” to which he replies, “Well, I’ve been really busy with work and stuff, but I have tomorrow off and I was thinking of heading over to Martha’s Vineyard. It’s Shark Week you know. Wanna go?” SHARK WEEK! Are you kidding me? This guy falls off the face of the earth for a year and now he wants me to go look at sharks with him?!? He can’t be serious! But alas, he was indeed very, very serious.

Well, I turned him down and haven’t heard from him since, but based on this event and others like it that have happened to me and my friends continually, we have discovered a unique phenomena that we now call Shark Week. It basically happens a few times a year…right around Memorial Day weekend when everyone first comes out to play, at the end of Summer/beginning of fall before everyone goes into hibernation, and somewhere around the holiday season. These are the times that guys suddenly pull their heads out of their butts and decide that they want an actual relationship.

During these brief periods, every exboyfriend, past encounter, or booty boy gone bad suddenly reappears wanting to “hang out.” Based on my extensive research, the most prominent Shark Week period is during the end of September/beginning of October. This is when the sharks go into a total feeding frenzy, calling every number they have stored in their cell phones. It’s like some internal alarm goes off and then “Hey, that little blonde girl wasn’t half bad. Wonder what she’s doing?”

So folks, here’s the poll. Women, do you notice far more contact from guys during these three time periods? And men, do you find yourself wanting a relationship more during Shark Week periods?