Several months ago, one of my coworkers asked me "Has [other coworker] introduced you to the concept of 'mango season'?" She hadn't, and I had no idea what she was talking about, but even so, the phrase spoke to me immediately, and I was dying to know what it meant.
As the tale of mango travels by word of mouth across the country, there have been a couple of different translations of the mango metaphor. The first is that when mango season is underway, the fruit is ripe and practically falling off of the branches and into your eager hands (or pants). The second is that you yourself are the mango, and when you are in season, everyone can see that you are ripe and delicious and they all want to take a bite and sample your sweet nectar.
Whichever translation you prefer, the point is quite clear: someone is especially succulent and juicy right now and ready for the picking. I still don't know how it came about, if there is any explanation at all, but I can tell you that I am definitely in the midst of a mango season, and I never want this to end.