Because summer has the best marketing department on the planet. It's the only time of year when we all feel a silent pressure to experience something extraordinary: an unexpected romance, a memorable night, or at the very least, a juicy story worth telling when we get back from vacation.
And those are the only stories that circulate. Nobody publishes that they spent three days lying down with the fan pointed at their crotch, that they argued with their partner about who would go down to buy ice, or that they went to bed at ten because the next day they had to get up early to get a spot on the beach.
When you only see the best moments of others, it's easy to reach one conclusion: everyone (f*lla) has had a more intense summer than yours.
So, if you've hit the jackpot this summer, congratulations! And if the wettest thing you've had was your swimsuit elastic after your last dip, that's okay too.
Because, in the end, the biggest myth of summer is perhaps not that you have more sex, but believing that everyone is doing it... except you.