Spring is a slut

I feel like I've been waiting for the arrival of Spring for so long now that I'm on the verge of giving up on it altogether. The few nice days we've had here and there have been nothing but big slutty teases and when it comes time to really put out, Spring buttons up her top and puts on a cardigan. Okay...so maybe that analogy is a bit of a reach, but I do sort of feel like a horny frat boy who keeps getting the promise of getting laid without the follow through.
I recently decided not to look at the forecast and if I woke up to a sunny day it would be a nice surprise, if not...it would be a let down but at least I wouldn't spend the entire week prior dreading the 30-degree forecast. But wouldn't you know people just love to talk about the weather. Every where I go I hear "can you believe they're expecting snow?!"
No...as a matter of fact, I can not believe it...don't want to believe it. I've put away those ugly snow boots and brought out the flip flops. T-shirts have replaced bulky sweaters.
I've been patient up until now. But I can not, will not, wait any longer. Spring, it is time to put out. You've made me wait long enough and the time has come.