It's pretty much always a good idea to jump into the ocean regardless of one's attire. Polka-dot halter dress or polka dot underwear: the important thing is, it's hot out and there's a big ole vat of saltwater just waiting to knock you over.
I was halfway to the end of the pier when I turned back to see the boyfriend stripping down to his skivvies and splashing his way toward me. Nothing could have made me happier, and I laughed so giddily I snorted salt water.
Cross that annual ill-planned dip in the ocean off the list. Five years and running, it's the first time a lover came running in after me.