I understand that a few of you out there took some interest in the going-ons of my frustrated rants about camp relations, so I'll complete the trilogy with, lo and behold, a happy ending (but still a quandry that's flipped things around).
After getting the 'let's just be friends' talk twice in one week, I said screw it to The Game and threw in the towel. I accepted the rest of camp as a learning experience and I took a lot of the advice you folks had given me to heart. Much as could be predicted, though, as soon as I stopped caring, people started caring about me.
The final dance approached, and all my lads were pestering me about who I was going to ask, and all the girls kept bugging me about who I liked. I firmly insisted that I was perfectly secure in going on my own, that counselors didn't need dates, and that I didn't like any of the staff 'like that'. They, of course, didn't understand, and remained on the warpath.
I got a call from the Texan lass I mentioned in my first thread who had nothing to do that night, so we agreed to watch a movie on her laptop that night. Everyone said that we flirted a lot all the time, but I never noticed this, and on the busride back from a theatre production we supervised, she rested her head on my shoulder, but that was the extent of it. I took her out to this really scenic spot on the roof of an enclosed gothic courtyard and I watched Garden State with ym arms around her under the midnight sky. I was resolved to roll over on her and make out the moment the movie ended, but it ended unexpectedly, and while there was a brief window of opportunity, by the time I realzied it, it had closed. Oh well.
I took her out to my usual date diner, where the service must think very strangely of me, because I'd been taking a different girl there every other night that week. We shared a milkshake and then I took her on back. I missed another opportunity to kiss her in the car as she paused for a moment while I immediately opened the door and jumped out. As we walked back to the girls dorm, I missed yet another chance, ended up hugging her and feeling like a complete idiot, and took the walk of shame back, kicking myself for my unresponsiveness.
The computer in my car had blown, so I took it into the shop. I was sunk and tied to the campus. The next night I was supposed to be on duty all nigth, so I resigned myself to playing Magic cards for old time's sake with a housemaster who had been my counselor back when I was a camper myself. Two games in, my housemaster barged into the dorm and said, "You there. You've got a woman and a car waiting for you outside. Gonna get laid." The housemaster I was playing cards with chuckled, but I saw the alarm bells in his eyes.
I went to put my cards away, but by the time I went outside, this fellow had weaseled his way into the back seat. Talk about awkward, I was just crossing my fingers that he didn't start mentioning the particulars of my Dwarven deck and the victory of his 6/5 cleric.
So off we go, the Texan lass behind the wheel, me in shotgun, and this goofy middle aged fellow between and behind us singing to all the songs on the radio. I suggested that we go to the diner, but afterwards, we finally ditched him.
The housemaster had lent us his blue Mustang, so we had a bit of fun on the highway. I finally directed her to the local national park which was bathed in a thick, rolling fog, and then I took her down this path, sideskirting a little runoff pond and on up to this huge arch and we made out for a good hour before a park ranger car was approaching and we ran for it. On the way back, much to my confusion, all the fog had disappated, and the pond had drained.
Ever since then, everything has been escalating, and my principles have come into some degree of question. It's far easier to promote chastity when hot girls don't pay attention to you than when one starts asking you to get smashed and spend the night with her.... :\ Do I sacrifice these ideals for a doubtless good time, or do I lose this opportunity on account of my moral convictions?
After getting the 'let's just be friends' talk twice in one week, I said screw it to The Game and threw in the towel. I accepted the rest of camp as a learning experience and I took a lot of the advice you folks had given me to heart. Much as could be predicted, though, as soon as I stopped caring, people started caring about me.
The final dance approached, and all my lads were pestering me about who I was going to ask, and all the girls kept bugging me about who I liked. I firmly insisted that I was perfectly secure in going on my own, that counselors didn't need dates, and that I didn't like any of the staff 'like that'. They, of course, didn't understand, and remained on the warpath.
I got a call from the Texan lass I mentioned in my first thread who had nothing to do that night, so we agreed to watch a movie on her laptop that night. Everyone said that we flirted a lot all the time, but I never noticed this, and on the busride back from a theatre production we supervised, she rested her head on my shoulder, but that was the extent of it. I took her out to this really scenic spot on the roof of an enclosed gothic courtyard and I watched Garden State with ym arms around her under the midnight sky. I was resolved to roll over on her and make out the moment the movie ended, but it ended unexpectedly, and while there was a brief window of opportunity, by the time I realzied it, it had closed. Oh well.
I took her out to my usual date diner, where the service must think very strangely of me, because I'd been taking a different girl there every other night that week. We shared a milkshake and then I took her on back. I missed another opportunity to kiss her in the car as she paused for a moment while I immediately opened the door and jumped out. As we walked back to the girls dorm, I missed yet another chance, ended up hugging her and feeling like a complete idiot, and took the walk of shame back, kicking myself for my unresponsiveness.
The computer in my car had blown, so I took it into the shop. I was sunk and tied to the campus. The next night I was supposed to be on duty all nigth, so I resigned myself to playing Magic cards for old time's sake with a housemaster who had been my counselor back when I was a camper myself. Two games in, my housemaster barged into the dorm and said, "You there. You've got a woman and a car waiting for you outside. Gonna get laid." The housemaster I was playing cards with chuckled, but I saw the alarm bells in his eyes.
I went to put my cards away, but by the time I went outside, this fellow had weaseled his way into the back seat. Talk about awkward, I was just crossing my fingers that he didn't start mentioning the particulars of my Dwarven deck and the victory of his 6/5 cleric.
So off we go, the Texan lass behind the wheel, me in shotgun, and this goofy middle aged fellow between and behind us singing to all the songs on the radio. I suggested that we go to the diner, but afterwards, we finally ditched him.
The housemaster had lent us his blue Mustang, so we had a bit of fun on the highway. I finally directed her to the local national park which was bathed in a thick, rolling fog, and then I took her down this path, sideskirting a little runoff pond and on up to this huge arch and we made out for a good hour before a park ranger car was approaching and we ran for it. On the way back, much to my confusion, all the fog had disappated, and the pond had drained.
Ever since then, everything has been escalating, and my principles have come into some degree of question. It's far easier to promote chastity when hot girls don't pay attention to you than when one starts asking you to get smashed and spend the night with her.... :\ Do I sacrifice these ideals for a doubtless good time, or do I lose this opportunity on account of my moral convictions?
