One of life's sweetest, most perfect experiences has got to be swimming in the warm ocean. Some of my best memories are of late night swims.

Being pulled out with the undertow in Costa Rica, but mesmerized by the quality of light against the white caps. Running in with our dresses on, my mom and I drunk in Mexico. Skinny dipping with a crew of friends, we made a living canvass churning up mass plumes of phosphorescence at Wreck beach. 'Graduating' from grade 7, the entire class decides to run to the ocean armed with cans of whipped cream.

To not play would be a grim and miserable lack of respect for summer.

The other night I was at a secluded spot with a new guy and had to go get wet. Divine! Paddling around with my new haircut, I could have been mistaken for a cocker spaniel searching for her stick.

Comets were streaking by overhead and the blue glow of his iPhone kept me from heading out to sea.

Skinny dip horray. Get your asses in the drink, people! It's sex quality swimming.